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DJ Chose For real, for real For real, for real Put my gang in the sky 'cause I real for real Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real) All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real) When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill) And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real) Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real You know I'm up for real, I'm up like Uncle Phil I used to want an M, now I want another M Comin' where I'm from, you either gon' rob or steal You the man when you ride big wheels, but I could still get you hit still I get you tucked for real, it's just what it is I get you f*cked for real, f*ck how you feel I gotta keep the steel, too many my niggas gettin' killed I can't believe this real, still can't believe that I'm here Remember I was broke, now I ball up out the gym I'm above the rim, I can't even see 'em Yeah, we used to steal, but all I wrote is real No, we not like them, and this before the deal Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real) All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real) When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill) And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real) Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real I'm black and proud like Michael Blackson Still bad like Michael Jackson Quarter milli' hit up in the mattress Apartment niggas, still'll hit an actress Rockstar jeans, don't sag now Trap nigga, bust a bag down Hustle hard like a Mexican, nigga This trap shit got the best of nigga No, you not like me I'm still the man in the white tee If rappin' don't work, we gon' get us a load off No, you can't doze off I'm the shit for real, been the shit for real Been in the streets for years Past the streets, it's real This trap shit real, vacuum seal Rappin' low-key, watch the po-po She jumped ship, that was a low blow When I say young money, I don't mean Lil Wayne 'dem Two fingers in the air, a nigga pinky hang down Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real) All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real) When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill) And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real) Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real
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