Real Rap

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[Intro] Now, without further ado, welcome to Tha Leak 3 Rasclaat, look who the fuck is back Yeah, yo, yo, yo, fuck nigga This shit real rap, nigga, yeah Leak 3, also known as Greatest Hits You are now listening to Tha Leak 3 Pussy nigga (Play that shit) One Robb, one Femto (Play that shit) Ayy [Chorus] As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need Some bitches ain't my type, some hoes not my speed But I'm still drivin' 'em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me [Verse] [?], I come wit' smoke The same shit that you ducked when we was on tour Got on that stage and watched you choke I tried to hold it down and be broke Shit disgusted me, you let pussy niggas be the ones to extort I would've bust their head for you But I had to let a ho be a ho, baby You was never on what I was on, my baby The world already know my baby It's long live my brothers, baby I be fightin' back the tears lately, yeah And this [?] doin' in front of daddy's house Wish we never fell out 'cause [?] know I would've aired it out They [?], you from jail 2016 There was potential that I seen Should've let you stay in the canteen, nigga Because you'd probably still be here right now It hit deep when it's dead loved ones that I'm writin' 'bout Real G to my baby, chantin' for me Four people that I love, dead in one year I don't want peace, nigga I want to circle shit like a Scantron No pussy test what we be on The shit I built, the shit I bought, the shit all of us bled for Drop, hear that [?] sing Fast forward 2K24, any whore that you name, my boo thang Lil' baby done fuck 'round and got road rage, drove her insane What the fuck this ho think, she must've gave me all her brain, for real She think I'm bustin' anywhere but her face, nigga This ho got to be nutty thinkin' she have my babies, yeah I be out here sellin' Frenchies 'fore I breed one of these bitches And get caught up like you niggas, playin' Malcolm in the Middle Lot of shit I be sayin' wrong, Femto, Deleon Fuck her wit' my [?] on, niggas was never on what we was on Feel like Frank [?] Frank [?] mixed wit' Sinatra Crucified me a few times, you know all my stigmatas, nigga Broward baby, Brooklyn baby At a bodega like I'm [?] Whole world was waitin' for me to fuck up and cheat on– The live shows so good, I got a residency at Rolling Loud So how the fuck you thought yo' bitch wouldn't let me perform inside [?], nigga? [Chorus] As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need Some bitches ain't my type, some hoes not my speed But I'm still drivin' 'em wild, make sure they crash out and come to me [Post-Chorus] [?] and all kinds of [?] Neighborhood superstars Feared by many, my nigga And we loved by broads [?] and all kinds of [?] Neighborhood superstars, yeah Feared by many, my nigga And we loved by– [Outro] Real rap, nigga, I cry out, nigga I cry too, pussy ass nigga You don't know the half of it I can't even tell y'all, I don't trust you Trust me, forgive me, Leak 3, bitch Greatest Hits type shit Put that dick all in yo' bitch type shit Xan wit' the lean is the combination You fuck niggas been the inspiration from jump You already know, play 'round here wit' that punk [?] at yo' DM gettin' fucked, nigga Mwah, SSet, forever, 4-3 ever, nigga Let's start the tape