Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For Real , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For Real |
| 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 fucked for real, fuck 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 |