| Come with me, ain’t nothing changed I’m the same old G
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| Seem like it’s my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill
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| La da da da da, I’m real
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| You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking
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| Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open
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| We serious bout our habits, we never be choking
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| Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking
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| Why don’t you wanna light up the blunt, that’s in your hand
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| I’ll pat ya with the 4−4, that is for sure man
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| Ain’t no more breaking a leaf, ain’t nothing but that dro man
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| Mess around and get too tipsey, you’ll be on the floor man
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| Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man
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| We don’t smoke rocks but they are over our hand
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| Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man
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| Now I’m gifted and sipping daily, with jewelry frozen
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| Uh, they say I’m acting funny, they saying O’s strange
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| They saying no don’t come around, nigga O’s changed
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| Man O tripping man what’s going down in O’s brain
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| Talking down on me, them niggas still ain’t having no change
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| See I don’t really talk it, I just live it
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| I don’t say I’m gonna, I just get it
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| Give a playa the ball, he 'pose to run with it
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| But these niggas rapping gossip, like some dumb bitches
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| Like how he get that Benz, how he get that dough
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| Yeah I got some bread, but wanna get some more
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| See I went from grinding, all in front the liqour store
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| To a made man, I’m top knotch nigga role
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| And you could do it too, this should inspire you
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| To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool
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| Before these streets fuck around, and retire you
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| You saying O ain’t real, you a liar fool
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| Mama say she hate game, but can’t avoid mine
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| She know Vo' ain’t giving shit to a hoe, but hard dick and hard times
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| I’m the homicidal Hitchcock
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| A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop
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| Cause I’m real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill
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| I spit rocks at my grill that’s worth a mill, yeah a million bucks
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| My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts
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| This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code
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| You can see it, when I’m hauling in my load
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| My Escalade, all work no play
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| 23 screens and eight 15's, that’s tucked away
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| So you can, keep watching me and
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| I’ma pop this E man, after ecstasy the desert eagle
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| Followed up with a solo performance, from my HK to all ya people bitches |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Still Wreck’in, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп