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Real Life

(álbum: Suffolk County - 2015)


Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the house
Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out
Come up to our window in the back of the house
When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out
But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse
Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around
You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth
They don't understand what we be rapping about
Real life

Take a sip and then I roll one up
Tell you 'bout when I was growing up
They used to call us about Amsterdam
Really drugs was never slowing up
Rico's uncle was the fucking plug
Anything we wanted not enough
Smoked an ounce of kush on Christmas once
2010, I couldn't make it up
Now I'm balling harder than a team
I should be inducted to the league
You could do it too, I bet with ease
It ain't nothing brodie, just believe
Tried to tell me that I couldn't too
I just kept it pushing, nigga please
Paved the way, I'm making crazy waves
But I remember it was yesterday when we would

Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the house
Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out
Come up to our window in the back of the house
When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out
But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse
Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around
You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth
They don't understand what we be rapping about
Real life

Breaking down the grams cause we need more than enough
Cut from different cloth they don't make 'em like us
Stand up young niggas devoted to the bucks
Loyalty, respect, retaliations a must
I might float around if I could find me the time
Out of sight, out of mind, cause niggas dropping dimes
Meanwhile on the block niggas dropping like flies
Streets always at war man ain't nowhere you can hide
Always had this vision, ain't need no one to listen
We had no pot to piss in no wonder my cousin whippin
And if you from the other side my niggas get to lynching
We poppin, this shit is hot, won't stop til someone quiting
My girl call up my phone cause a real nigga what she missing
But the plug on the other line baby gimme a minute
Rubber band on our wristes, I can pull out a ticket
Santa don't come around here no gifts on my Christmas wishlist

Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the house
Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out
Come up to our window in the back of the house
When the screen go up, grams we passing 'em out
But no business with you cause you look like you a mouse
Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around
You a busta, and the type we smack in the mouth
They don't understand what we be rapping about
Real life

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