4 REAL

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4 REAL

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[Chorus] Candy paint, two tone on that new drop Playa' talking wrong, we come strong like a robot Big wheels and that bitch fast, Kermit Whitfield Florida state, I'm from down low where shit get real [Verse 1] Shawty gon' fuck with the kid, ouu She wanna know where I live (She wanna know where I-) Locate me, I'm in the hills (I'm in the hills) You know I'm being for real (Ouu, ouu) She wanna shop with the kid (Shop with the kid) I get her the high tops, she ask for the mids (Yeah) She see it, it's deep in the boy (Deep in the boy) I pull up on you just me and no friends It's lonely in life, I lеarnt that as a jit (Yeah) They gave him three strikеs, we pray for appeal (No) My boy can't do life, that's something I can't give I look at today and it is what it is Don't care what you say when I know what I feel Just back in the day when I couldn't buy wheels (Drrt) Just sat in the back, I couldn't stand to be still Got kicked out the school plenty anger in him Them niggas really tried to jump me in gym (Woah) Slapped a nigga across his top like a pimp Super high, I look just like a blimp Cadillac CTS sitting on rims We can't believe the lies, I want the marble floors (No, ah) Penalty don't reach inside, zoomin' like commodore (Ah, zoom) I see illusions, ain't talking grandeur, but I'm on cloud nine Buddy came through twisting fingers, I think they gang signs And my brother told me too stay dangerous, that trigger hair line I caught a play right at the buzzer, I guess that's game time After all the things we did, we should've remained fine You talking down on the kid, that's the through the grape vine You talking down 'bout the kid, how could you take time? [Chorus] Candy paint, two tone on that new drop Playa' talking wrong, we come strong like a robot Big wheels and that bitch fast, Kermit Whitfield Florida state, I'm from down low where shit get real [Verse 2] I ain't gotta lie bout what I'm sliding in And that's fasho Don't be lyin' 'bout what you riding in (What's your ride?) That's a boat (What's your ride?) Do the dash to the pen (To the pen) Ay, that's what my family wrote (Wrote) That's a whole set, I seen a whole thing (Seen a whole thing) When I get that chicken, steak with lo mein (With that lo-) Pillow talking to these women, that's a no brain (That's a no brain) Real gas, not 87 propane (Oh, that's pro-)

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