Freeway - Real Shit lyrics

rate me

How can you niggas even question this, huh, huh?

I'm a mother fucking perfectionist

Huh, huh, weak raps, we kill'em nine lines

Fuck these cats, we kill'em nine times

The dogs is on alert, so be aware

If you niggas plan on making it to the top,

I see you there!

And since the industry ain't being fair

You gotta be yo own machine, up incomers be prepared

Fuck these niggas, I'll take them alive

I'll raise hell, get 'em a casket and take 'em to God

These for my nigga shackled up that's taking a ride

Shooting back at the LAW taking a trial

We got the white weed and water, we're taking immortals

Gotta be consistent, try to balance while I'm raising my daughter

Drinking liquor with my niggas in the hood up to no good

Sipping Barney, shooting dice fuck your bitches, burn the woods

Rob the banks and run that dirty money, nigga!

Just like an eagle getting birdie money, huh

AKOP I'm blow a couple of banks

I just wanna fuck one time, you go right back and love yo man

And these young niggas know they can't fuck around when I get on my shit

A long way from my shit, drop it then hop on my dick

They say who better, say who better, yeah you're fucking crazy

Grown man up in this booth, you're just a fucking baby

Uh, How can fucking niggas question me

I'm the chef, I cook it up, I got the recipe

Locksmith after the flip, I got an extra key

Blow sick and fuck around and be the death for me!

These haters wanna rifle me

These feds wanna indite me

Nor the niggas wanna like me

Like I'm reaper, but I got my deserts eagal, come and get me

Don't let me! Get the dropout ill empty

The whole clip on niggas, super soak them like a jet ski

We are definitely on that job 24/7

Like a factory, your mouth runs 24/7 like a track meet

I got more money, more weapons

And it sound like heaven whenever me and the track meet

Flow strong athlete, go long, go strong

Go hard pro active just like I had acne

Instead of trying to clique with me,

these niggas try to clap me.

Instead of trying to sit with me, these niggas try to splat me

They're trying to get at me, never let 'em over lap me

They can't out rap me, can't out class me

Getting money off music bastard, we are...

With this chick name Cassie, fuck a doggie like lassie

Leave our ass ashy, leave Her calf muscle strampy

Cause she ride me like a banshee, but she still look fancy

But we're still crooks, we see dough we get and she fuck

I sound like those fuck niggas that try to jam me but

back to business, back to rapping for the family

We are like Tim Allen, keep tools handy

Don't stay polished so we visit islands

I'm critically a claimed dominator for a Grammy, lets go!

Thanks to Manny for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Manny for correcting these lyrics