The Real lyrics

[Intro]
I f*cked up (CashMoneyAP)
Time go by
And my n*ggas, that's law
Mhm (Cio)

[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my n*ggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These n*ggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster sh*t unless you actually do it

[Verse 1]
I see the hate, but don’t react, I’m just gon’ laugh to remove it
I made a way, ain’t goin’ back to all the jackin’ and losin’
He think I’m pus*y and I know it, he gon’ have to come prove it
They tryna trick me out my spot, they know I snap in my music
I seen ‘em change as the time goes by
So I can’t give a b*tch my time, no lie
They sayin’, “Quin, it’s yo’ time right now”
So I’ma shine on my line like it’s my prime right now
Say, "b*tch, I’m dedicated, devastated, I gotta make it"
I got an elevator, smoking this medication, I’m blazin’
Tellin’ statements, these n*ggas be lovin’ investigations
We hit the spot and shake it, I can’t quit grindin’ until I’m famous
Lil' bro know I’m with that action, he makin’ ‘em lay down
I need me a bag just to get on the stage now
Givin’ n*ggas hell since the day I done came out
Pull up with a Glock, he get boxed like takeout
Pull up with that Nina, it’s makin’ him James Brown
All my n*ggas slide if you swing like playground
Hoppin’ out the truck and we bussin’ like Greyhound
Motherf*ck the rest, told my n*ggas to stay down
[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my n*ggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These n*ggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster sh*t unless you actually do it

[Verse 2]
I got partners in the grave and I got partners in their cell
I got partners up in heaven, I got partners up in hell
I ain’t askin’ for no hand, I’d rather get this sh*t myself
How you n*ggas doin’ gangster sh*t and then be quick to tell?
She ain’t f*ckin’ me for fame, I know she came 'cause I’m realer
Don’t give a f*ck about my name, but b*tch is likin’ my pictures
She know the realest, she one hundred, she gon’ ride for a n*gga
So if you play, no hesitation, we gon’ slide in a Sprinter
And I put this sh*t on my mama, I can’t vibe with you n*ggas
If you playin and n*ggas layin’, I’m gonna side for you n*ggas
On a mission to get that cake, so we gon’ ride for the skrilla
Get the diss and go into missin’, got a squad full of killers
You gon’ go against the grain, we gon’ knock your top off
Everybody love the youngin’ like some f*ckin’ hot sauce
They tryna roach inside the picture, that’ll get them cropped off
Steady drippin’ like a faucet, need a towel to dry off
[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my n*ggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These n*ggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster sh*t unless you actually do it