Real Almighty on the beat,
Yeah, I want it forever for real
I'ma get to the cheddar for real
I'ma make some margiela for real
And we'll treat you no better for real
I'ma buy you whatever for
Used to fly any feather for real
And we never gon' settle for real
And I'm at the bank for real
We'll fill up the tank for real
We'll run out of drink for real
Them pops had pain for real,
I still get thanks for real
Hit the gas and I faint for real,
get this shit outta pain for real
Yeah, yeah, fuck you pain,
these hoes try slayin' me, yeah
Fuck you pain, yeah, fuck you pain, yeah
These hoes try slayin' me, yeah,
I leave them by the bag for real,
I'ma fuck if she bad for real
I've been covered in cash for real,
I've been drownin' in Utrecht for real
She feel like I'm with you for real,
still man forever for real
All this shit kill or be killed,
my niggas still in the field
All of this shit too for real,
probably need something to pour
Sippin' these beats when I'm slow,
feel like a man on the moon
I ain't with nothin' for real,
headed out of the slums for real
takin' care of my brothers for real
I swear that they sweaty for real,
that shit come in abundance for real
Tak in' care of my mother for real,
that shit the greatest it feels
These hoes try slayin' me, yeah,
shit cannot faze me, yeah
Yeah, I want it forever, for real
I'ma get to the cheddar, for real
I'ma make some margiela, for real
Ain't gon' treat you no better, for real
I'ma buy you whatever, for real
Used to fly, you need feather, for real
And we never gon' settle, for real
Yeah, and I'm at the bank, for real
I'ma fill up the tank, for real
We gon' run out and drink, for real
And pop champagne, for real
And I still get thanks, for real
Hate to get to that fame, for real
Get that shit out the paint, for real
Yeah, I'm smokin' on runs, for real
Back -to -back with the blunts, for real
I'ma fuck up my lungs for real,
and I'm overseas for real
And I'm rockin' the V's for real,
like I sell out all of my T's for real
I'ma get a VV's for real,
I still be in the city for real
And my shawty a ten for real,
if she wanted I'd spend for real
I could get it again for real,
I done cracked hundreds of sales
Run it up, I want hundreds of bills,
Alexander McQueen for real
I designed all my jeans for real
I belong in the league for
Fuck you, pimp, fuck you, pimp, yeah
these hoes try slayin' me, yeah
I want it forever for real
I'ma get to the cheddar for real
I'ma make some margiela for real
And we'll treat you no better for real
I'ma buy you whatever for
Used to fly, you need feather for real
And we never gon' settle for real,
And I'm in the bank for real
I'ma fill up the tank for real
We'll run out of drink for real
And pop champagne for real
And I still get thanks for real
Hit the gas till I faint for real
Got that shit out the paint for real
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