Lyrics

I am way to real to ever let a mothafuck call me fake I am real busy counting money I can't even worry about the hate Ran up a half of mill scat scat threw it all in the safe Kobe Bryant of the rap I am destined to be great I am way to real to ever let a mothafuck call me fake I am real busy counting money I can't even worry about the hate Ran up a half of mill scat scat threw it all in the safe Kobe Bryant of the rap I am destined to be great They do not understand me they do not understand I'm in these street They do not understand everywhere I gotta keep that thang on me They don't understand niggas hate they don't understand the envy They don't understand if they run up on me I gone leave the clip empty I got a strap with a scope and that bitch is accurate Aim at your whip and I tear up your Acura Talkin that shit I hope you can back it up Clam yo ass down before I start actin up She suckin on me all night like she Dracula Open her leg and it's looking spectacular This bitch is Shang Tsung she'll suck ya soul out ya body and give it right back to ya I'm mixing yellow with purple tonight I feel like Kobe I got the world on my back but I feel like its crumbling on me That nigga said he was real but I realized that nigga was phony I feel like Ginuwine lil bitch come ride the pony I learned to thrive on all the hate I do not want ya love cause its fake I show no love to my own blood cause my own family be snakes You niggas wouldn't be shit without me so I do not understand why you would doubt me You niggas need to be a group bloggers the way that yall always be talking about me I love the way you niggas counted me out Niggas talk shit on my name for clout Niggas is lame they do it for fame talking that shit that they really ain't bout But I am the one they run to in a drought But at the same time I'm the 1 that they doubt I advise you to stop running your mouth before we come through that bitch and air it out nigga I am way to real to ever let a mothafuck call me fake I am real busy counting money I can't even worry about the hate Ran up a half of mill scat scat threw it all in the safe Kobe Bryant of the rap I am desitned to be great I am way to real to ever let a mothafuck call me fake I am real busy counting money I can't even worry about the hate Ran up a half of mill scat scat threw it all in the safe Kobe Bryant of the rap I am desitned to be great
Writer(s): Bakari Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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