Real Right (feat. Jay Critch)

Heart broke 85 on my chain

These **** don’t know my pain

Red to high we gon pour up the Qua

If he play we gon find where he lay

He getting money I’m getting money

But lil **** we ain’t the same

Been balling so long I could sign the coach

All these chains on my neck like 300 I could’ve signed to SOS

I told her come eat some dick but she like to drive the boat

I’m tryna find her throat

Momma told me stack my bread

But I got a lot of dough

She right

I gotta provide for the folks

I’m tapped in with alot of bloods

And a whole lot of locs

These **** claiming they trill

But they cry bout a post

Ima cry when I get me some mills

And we gon make a toast

I don’t care if she right or she wrong

But I know she won’t do it again

Baby girl I’m way to playa

I’m tryna fuck you and your friend

My brother stay popping them 30’s

He tripping I gave him a 10

I talk to my dawgs on JPay

And make sure they good in the pin

They right

And none of my **** ain’t fighting

You know we slide with the tents

S580 all white

I’m tryna buy me the Benz

And yea I believe in god

Forgive me for all my sins

C Weezy bought another richie

Got locked up and did it again

Free him

Heart broke 85 on my chain

These **** don’t know my pain

Red to high we gon pour up the Qua

If he play we gon find where he lay

He getting money I’m getting money

But lil **** we ain’t the same

Been balling so long I could sign the coach

All these chains on my neck like 300 I could’ve signed to SOS

I told her come eat some dick but she like to drive the boat

I’m tryna find her throat

Momma told me stack my bread

But I got a lot of dough

She right

Aye

And it’s my time to go

I’m in a foreign this shit is invisible they tryna find the ghost

I’m sipping drank when I’m up at the interview ain’t got no time for quotes

He tryna run up on me try to take something he off the line of coke

And I been on my grind you know I’m only talking bout that paper

I aint have no designer clothes I was on the block tryna take something

I’m in LA with the clippers on me I ain’t giving no shape ups

When I found out you was switching on me I just had to sit back like damn

How you gon move like that we fam

See how they get for them bands

Call the shooters they get out the van

They don’t care if they get it on cam

This tool never gon jam and staying broke it was never the plan

These **** fraud and I knew in advance type to go get on the stand

Heart broke 85 on my chain

These **** don’t know my pain

Red to high we gon pour up the Qua

If he play we gon find where he lay

He getting money I’m getting money

But lil **** we ain’t the same

Been balling so long I could sign the coach

All these chains on my neck like 300 I could’ve signed to SOS

I told her come eat some dick but she like to drive the boat

I’m tryna find her throat

Momma told me stack my bread

But I got a lot of dough

She right