| All my life a real nigga
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| All my life I been real, nigga
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| All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
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| Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
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| I’ll leave the drama to Ak
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| I’ma just stick to the facts
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| Makes sense you goofy, your mama wack
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| At school with a gat and red MAGA. |
| hat
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| Niggas ain’t woke, just insomniac
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| Lit off of cocaine and cognac
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| Phony rat, hold me back
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| Nah, fuck that, I’ma let go
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| You either homo or metro, I’m hetero
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| No doubt I’m insured like the gecko
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| I’m gassed and full of the petrol
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| And I told your ass from the get-go
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| My future is retro
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| My past is the next flow
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| You dead, I’m a necro
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| I’m charged like electro
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| Stop knocking, the party is next door
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| Dressed all black in Depeche Mode
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| Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show
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| She give good brain, intellectual
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| Put lead to your head like you Destro
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| All my life a real nigga
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| All my life I been real, nigga
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| All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
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| Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
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| We don’t buy it
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| No street cred, only debt for lyin'
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| Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
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| I wish you would try it
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| Just stick to the facts
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| This bigger than rap
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| Just stick to the facts
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| And don’t get caught up 'cause this shit is a trap
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| Just stick to the facts
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| This bigger than rap
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| You lack, leave you clapped, that’s a fact
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| So I’m constantly watching my back
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| Real lyricist, real life experience
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| Sample your shit with no clearances
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| We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life, The Fast and the Furious
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| Travel with bitches, I came with a nine but now she a ten in the bed
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| 'Cause I’m on Pacific Standard Time and AZ’s an hour ahead
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| Lead that just shower your head, squeeze it and bust
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| Heated them up, defeated and fucked
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| Turned your brain to noodles and soup like I’m feeding 'em pho
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| Reppin' the people, The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico
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| I am a lethal illegal amigo
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| One man Voltron, Black Ultron
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| Haters keep wanting me RICO’d
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| Nope, fuck Joe Arpaio
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| Turn that fucker face into pico de gallo
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| No wins in mi casa
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| You start and end with an O like spelling Ohio
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| You’re welcome to try, though
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| Line for line like Scarface doing cocaine rails
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| I supply the high, design the sky
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| Been fly since '95
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| All my life a real nigga
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| All my life I been real, nigga
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| All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
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| Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
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| We don’t buy it
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| No street cred, only debt for lyin'
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| Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
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| I wish you would try it
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| Ayy, yo, ma
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| Ayy, yo, ma
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| Yo, man
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| What, Melanie?
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| What, what you yellin' at me for?
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| What you mean? |
| You callin' me like I’m a shorty or somethin'
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| You are a shorty, look at your fuckin' purse, you dumbass
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| It’s not a purse, stupid
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| It looks like a fucking purse so I’ma call it a purse
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| It’s fashion
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| It’s not fuckin' fashion, bruh, shit look stupid
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| All the rappers is doin' it, they look stupid?
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| Yeah
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| No
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| If they fuckin' wear some shit like that
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| They look stupid? |
| You’re wrong
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| Yup, they all fuckin' look stupid
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| They walkin' around lookin' with a purse
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| This is Fendi, you’re wildin', this is fashion
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| Fuck out of here
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| Don’t call me like that, for real
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| Ayy, yo, ma
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| Yo, ma
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| You know what? |
| Fuck you then |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trapped Music Pt 2 , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп