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For Real, For Real For Real, For Real Countin' money, count the hard Got me feelin' like a star Niggas wanna see me scored So I got something in the car Way too many niggas fraud Hatin' me like it's a joke I'll be damned if I get rolled 'Cause I'm a send they ass to God 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 Niggas hate I got it locked In these streets they say I'm hot Bein' Real a' get you got Probably something 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 wit 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 something that's important I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga Boy N Da Hood, ain't no Ricky nigga Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga Might just buy the whole spot cuz I'm picky nigga Me and [?] 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 them to fly and I can get'em the crash [?] better get your cash Fuck nigga cut it, I ain't talkin' grass I'm from a place where shit get hard Everybody out wanna be stars One on my waist, and got one in the car Ain't no fear, tryin' not to get scored Want some millions, turn out some hard Fuck niggas it's a full time job Slip up, might turn up robbed Pissed off now I'm talking to God 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 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 and 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 Countin' money, count the hard Got me feelin' like a star Niggas wanna see me scored So I got something in the car Way too many niggas fraud Hatin' me like it's a joke I'll be damned if I get rolled 'Cause I'm a send they ass to God 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 --- FrFr - Trae Tha Truth and Lil Durk