| My people lookin' at me, sayin', «Boy, you made it out»
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| But I wasn’t happy 'til we all had the same amount
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| Pops locked, crack the only thing can save us now
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| Mom’s hooked, but tough luck is what made my style
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| My fam is Spanish, lent a hand and they just took advantage
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| All the time, embrace Islam and every prayer was answered
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| Never asked Allah for material items
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| I just prayed for the days I ran into my rivals
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| In my hood, double drums on all of our rifles
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| You wasn’t birthed on the earth if you know more than I know
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| Though I’m the best, I’m still upset you worship or idol
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| The illest niggas that you heard, and we don’t even try to
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| Young and wild lifestyle really hard to survive through
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| No matter how hard you are, one day, a nigga gon' try you
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| You can take this how you want, I’m only here to remind you
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| Disrespect me all you want because I’m comin' to find you
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| Got my pistol out the window
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| So much cocaine on me, I can’t go home
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| What am I gonna do with the bread now?
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| It’s gettin' hard to hide it from you
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| 'Cause it’s got so long
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| In my hood, clip extensions on all of our rifles
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| That pussy good, if she clockin' that paper, might wife her
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| I’m through the wood, dancin' on dope, moonwalkin' like Michael
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| Streaming drugs through your Spotify, Apple, or Tidal
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| I need that stretch G, tax free, spot bubblin' like acne
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| Whippin' extras out the batch just like I got the crack free
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| Paid the bitch to twerk it on the pole, I got the ass free
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| Pull a brick of hundred out in ones, these hoes harass me
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| Since I touched the game, this shit ain’t been the same
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| They tryna freeze me out but they can’t kill the Kane
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| Make a million every time I drop, so fuck the fame
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| I can put some youngins on your bumper for a piece of change
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| Cocaine in the bubble, we was silly, man
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| If I get the cheddar, say I did it for my niggas, man
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| Don’t you know that?
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| Nigga, don’t you know that?
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| Got my pistol out the window
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| So much cocaine on me, I can’t go home
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| What am I gonna do with the bread now?
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| It’s gettin' hard to hide it from you
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| 'Cause it’s got so long |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Real, artist - The Jacka. Album song Murder Weapon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп