[Intro]
I fucked up (CashMoneyAP)
Time go by
And my niggas, that's law
Mhm (Cio)
[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my niggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These niggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster shit unless you actually do it
[Verse 1]
I see the hate, but don’t react, I’m just gon’ laugh to remove it
I made a way, ain’t goin’ back to all the jackin’ and losin’
He think I’m pussy and I know it, he gon’ have to come prove it
They tryna trick me out my spot, they know I snap in my music
I seen ‘em change as the time goes by
So I can’t give a bitch my time, no lie
They sayin’, “Quin, it’s yo’ time right now”
So I’ma shine on my line like it’s my prime right now
Say, "Bitch, I’m dedicated, devastated, I gotta make it"
I got an elevator, smoking this medication, I’m blazin’
Tellin’ statements, these niggas be lovin’ investigations
We hit the spot and shake it, I can’t quit grindin’ until I’m famous
Lil' bro know I’m with that action, he makin’ ‘em lay down
I need me a bag just to get on the stage now
Givin’ niggas hell since the day I done came out
Pull up with a Glock, he get boxed like takeout
Pull up with that Nina, it’s makin’ him James Brown
All my niggas slide if you swing like playground
Hoppin’ out the truck and we bussin’ like Greyhound
Motherfuck the rest, told my niggas to stay down
[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my niggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These niggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster shit unless you actually do it
[Verse 2]
I got partners in the grave and I got partners in their cell
I got partners up in heaven, I got partners up in hell
I ain’t askin’ for no hand, I’d rather get this shit myself
How you niggas doin’ gangster shit and then be quick to tell?
She ain’t fuckin’ me for fame, I know she came 'cause I’m realer
Don’t give a fuck about my name, but bitch is likin’ my pictures
She know the realest, she one hundred, she gon’ ride for a nigga
So if you play, no hesitation, we gon’ slide in a Sprinter
And I put this shit on my mama, I can’t vibe with you niggas
If you playin and niggas layin’, I’m gonna side for you niggas
On a mission to get that cake, so we gon’ ride for the skrilla
Get the diss and go into missin’, got a squad full of killers
You gon’ go against the grain, we gon’ knock your top off
Everybody love the youngin’ like some fuckin’ hot sauce
They tryna roach inside the picture, that’ll get them cropped off
Steady drippin’ like a faucet, need a towel to dry off
[Chorus]
I gotta make it for my mama and my niggas, that’s law
Tell your partner ‘bout they problems, they gon’ feel like you flaw
In love with dollars since a toddler, they ain’t see what I saw
Ain’t have to flex to get my name, they just gon’ feel when I talk
So I give ‘em the real, it ain’t no cap in my music
These niggas cappin’ like they killers and they strapped as a unit
But when they satchin’ at your show, you tryna act like you stupid
So don’t be rappin’ gangster shit unless you actually do it
The Real was written by Quin NFN.
The Real was produced by CioMadeTheTrack & CashMoneyAP.