I’m 4Real

Lyrics

[Intro] Okay, lil' nigga (Yeah) Don't run from R.A.P., motherfucker (Yeah) Don't play with niggas [Verse 1] Ayy, look, I just hit a lick for a new AP (Ayy) Forty in the safe, still paying late fees (Yeah) I just got the crib with a cute eight piece (Yeah) They gon' bust it open just to get the gate key (Ayy) It's so much in my budget, I forgot I had a budget I need a passport for this foreign I imported (Skrrt) Walking 'round the crib, tripping over Rick Owens These hardwood floors ain't got a scuff, nigga (Nah) A hundred million dollars ain't enough, nigga (Nah) I could see a billy through these bluffs, brother (Yeah) Momma told me keep the money in the family Psh, me and Ben Frank like blood brothers (Woo) Fuck your assets, let's fact check All this gold on and I ain't even got a plaque yet Quarter mill' in the backpack, nigga, that's back scratch (What we get?) Yeah, we get rack-racks (Woo) Shit [Chorus] No face, no case, lip silent, shit's sealed (Shh, okay, this silent) Ayy, my niggas so gassed up, we don't run out of real (Ayy) Shake something, bitch, I'm just playing, nah, for real (Nah, for real) I just got paid from a play, I'm for real (I'm for real) Still the same nigga out the Bay, I'm for real (I'm for real) Niggas get to tripping, we'll hit 'em, I'm for real (Ha-ha-ha-ha) [Post-Chorus] Yeah This what happen when niggas get to giving the Henny out (Okay, you, you, you, you) Hold up, look, yeah, yeah (Come here, let's go) [Verse 2] Huh, you gon' take her out and buy all of that designer (Ayy) I'ma stay in and fall asleep in that vagina (Ayy) I'ma risk it all if I ever see Rihanna Put out the umbrellas in the Wraith and get behind her (Ayy) Niggas want war, but they ain't got enough troops Sliding on the opps, playing duck, duck, goose (Grrt) Rubber band clan, got my neck in a noose (Uh) You ain't ever seen a Bay nigga like this (Nah) I flooded out the Rollie and the Richard on my wrist (Bling) Dollars turned me up, we 'bout to make you niggas sick When we walk in, niggas better grab they bitch East Bay nigga, I was down, now I'm lit (Okay, tell 'em bring me more bottles, I'm right here) [Chorus] No face, no case, lip silent, shit's sealed (Shh, what we tell 'em?) Ayy, my niggas so gassed up, we don't run out of real (Ayy) Shake something, bitch, I'm just playing, nah, for real (Nah, for real) I just got paid from a play, I'm for real (I'm for real) Still the same nigga out the Bay, I'm for real (I'm for real) Niggas get to tripping, we'll hit 'em, I'm for real (Ha-ha-ha-ha, grrt) [Post-Chorus] Yeah This what happen when niggas get to giving the Henny out Hold up, look, yeah, yeah (Hey, ayy) [Outro] I'm for real