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[Intro: Trae tha Truth] For real, for real For real, for real [Bridge: Trae tha Truth] Countin' money kinda hard Got me feelin' like a star Niggas wanna see me scarred So I got somethin' in the car Way too many niggas fraud Hatin' me like it's a job I'll be damned if I get robbed 'Cause I'ma send they ass to God [Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk] For real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real, for real [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Niggas hate, I got it locked In these streets they say I'm hot Bein' real'll get you got Probably somethin' that you're not I just got another Glock Tell the plug I need another block And I don't fuck with niggas Niggas get you popped That's why I'm on the block with hundreds and a stock Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain't fo' it Play it like I'm Curry, how could you ignore it? Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it Me? I'm doin' me, it's somethin' that's important I rep for Houston like Whitney, nigga Boy in the hood, ain't no Ricky, nigga Tryna picture what Audemar fit me, nigga Might just buy the whole spot 'cause I'm picky, nigga Me and [?] gon' ride for life He make a call, I'm jumpin' out my body Somebody get hit, we like Illuminati We push it and kick it like we do karate Now who they gon' try? Tell 'em to fly and I can get'em the crash Bitch, if it's pressure, better get your cash Fuck nigga, cut it, I ain't talkin' grass [Bridge: Trae tha Truth] I'm from a place where shit gets hard Everybody out wanna be stars One on my waist, and got one in the car Ain't no fear, tryin' not to get scarred Why so many niggas turn out fraud? Fuck niggas on a full-time job Slip up, might turn out robbed Pissed off, now I'm talkin' to God [Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk] For real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real, for real [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Realist nigga nothin' less I'm the streets and you a guest All that hatin' got you stressed Bitch, hate on me and get ya pressed I just got my sack up on everybody Might pull up trippin' with everybody Clear the block, get my clip out on everybody Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody Ain't no time to try to talk and finesse Disrespect and I'll be at yo' address If I go to work, I'll bring it right to yo desk Ain't no H and O, I take it right to you chest Let you make it, nigga, how? You only trap what I allow King wit' it nigga, bow Fuck next, I was now Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand If we don't lock up, I take it to your man Do what I want all day, I have a plan I'm from the west, I get you where you stand Sick of niggas playin' foul Teach a nigga like a lecture Run a chopper 'til it catch ya Might just end up on a stretcher [Bridge: Trae tha Truth] Countin' money kinda hard Got me feelin' like a star Niggas wanna see me scarred So I got somethin' in the car Way too many niggas fraud Hatin' me like it's a job I'll be damned if I get robbed 'Cause I'ma send they ass to God [Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk] For real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real (For real) For real, for real, for real, for real