Real (2017) lyrics

[Intro: Q Da Fool]
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Yeah
Ah
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[Verse 1: Q Da Fool]
I just keep having visions
I'm selling work in the stu working man I need a assistant
We gon slide on you while you on the porch imma show that I'm wit it
I'm wit it
I started rapping cause I'm gifted
Stir the flow up with the goop I be mixing
These n*ggas not real they fiction
Pop a xan you on a high hoe
Come over bring your night clothes
If you ride the di*k good I might buy you some gold
You see these red bottoms they came out the bowl
Yeah
I give the streets my life I gave it my soul
HB and Santana and I gave more

No I'm not perfect b*tch, but I need a perfect b*tch
Off white when I hit the scene
I be merking sh*t
Maryland n*gga I be shooting them shells
Just like a turtle little b*tch
And every time I find a loyal female I gotta hurt the b*tch
Damn
Never back bite your bruva
Just sit down and talk to your n*gga
I'm getting high while I'm watching your house I'm really hawking my victims
I told my b*tch we need need a new couch The old couch the pistols don't fit em
n*ggas ask me how the f*ck do I do it they want me give em a system
I'll die for bruva
A hunnit grand for my sister
That draco a street sweeper
That calico bend like a pumper
n*ggas dumping style to run it
7-6-2 leave your bullet hole size of some funyuns
Largo Road apartments thats my dungeon
Stop talking all crazy n*gga you just stuntin'
M4, M3 yeah b*tch them siamese
Walked out the club with a dime piece
So many b*tches could've been a gigolo
f*ck with the plug hard cause his ticket low
These n*ggas signing deals getting railroad
Taking pictures with the fans do the jail pose
Kill the n*gga leave the n*gga wit a red rose
I'm just doing what a real trill n*gga pose
Rob, kill, steal what a street n*gga pose...to do
I don't know who you listen.. to
But them boys misguided you
Yeah
If you wanna ride, b*tch ride wit me
Artillery, artillery yeah that sh*t ride wit me
Put your hands up n*gga this a robbery
Your baby momma say you salting me
You smile in my face tryin' talk to me
Damn
Thought you gon' ride wit me
Bust down my first brick you was there wit me
Seen a n*gga gettin money don't wanna share wit me
Yall keep saying that these n*ggas real...that sh*t rare to me
These n*ggas not really playing wit they pistols
I keep my pistol you ain't scaring me
I stay down like gravity
At my shows b*tches scream and grab at me
If I die b*tch it's gon be a tragedy
n*ggas slidin put it in that bag for me
Switch up on a loyal n*gga that's sad to me
Uh
Had to cut off a cut off a close f*ck n*gga
If you knew that b*tch n*gga you wouldn't be mad at me