Real to Me — Official Lyrics
[Verse: Dei Scripture]
Blackin’ out them trucks, givin’ hollows, not no fucks Kimba .45, keep it with me, always tucked ‘Less it’s out the states, either way, we gettin’ pape When I say I’m on a mission, best believe I’m gon’ be great Masked up like the MF, I keep a Russian K Success a one way street, ain’t no drivin’ next to me Beats up on my mind like some headphones Can’t waste my damn time singin’ dead tones Traction off the whip ‘til the red zones Supercharge the ‘vette, ain’t no tellin’ where I’m next Ain’t givin’ out no checks, goin’ get up out the whip Milishia in them jets, roll a fifth up in Brazil We stay fresh for real, hella diamonds on my grills Southern ballin’ ATL, but we bumpin’ trill Stay up out the way if you ain’t makin’ me a mill’ You’s a sorry motherfucker, I’d hate to have to kill That bullshit I told you ‘bout, they ain’t listen still Swervin’ wit the wheel ‘n’ I’m shiftin’ with the steel Youn’t deserve the wealth I built, buy a Trackhawk in a year
[Verse: 1kdadonnn]
Get a trackhawk in a year Purple color cup, but I don’t sip no beer Gettin’ top, shiftin’ gears Raybans got me seein’ clear Bust down carti’ on the wrist Steady holdin’ up a fist Watch yourself, body a bitch Because ignorance is bliss I went too bloody on the kicks Maison Miharas and some shit Runtz and blowin’ like a nic That’s how Jaylen ass got hit Hoardin’ racks that’s my disorder This yoppa gon’ be my reinforcer When she talk I just ignore her Brick up the Trackhawk like Rich Porter Skiin’ up for the mission, when I catch ‘em ain’t no missin’, hot shit, he gon’ feel it Like