die real Lyrics

Listen nigga I ain't trynna preach

Just don't want you to go through what happen to me

Better get you some money

And stay out the streets

How the fuck is you broke

And you still trynna beef

I'm the plug I can't be outta reach

Motion pulling me in but I just wanna leave

I should focus on music and put on the team

But I just did a whole quarter brick in a week

Wide receiver my pain running deep

I got blood sweat and tears in these streets

I got blood sweat and tears in the studio

Make a hit then I smash on a groupie hoe

Make a hit then I jump in the trap

Music cost gotta make this shit back

Thinkin millions I can not relax

Lost it all you can hear when I rap

In the trenches you know it get critical baby

I gotta keep me a stick or two baby

Pockets crippin

I might throw some Rick on you baby

Just fuck me good and it's lit for you baby

Yea yea (yea yea)

Yea yea (yea yea)

Yea yea (yea yea)

These niggas don't know how it feel

To walk through the streets

And them boys want you kilt.

I can't do no fake love

Yea I prolly die from keeping it real

When I mix Molly with the Xans it's just something else about it it give me the chills

Jumped out the trap and I flew to the hills

Real Rockstar I might die on these pills

Let's turn up you only got one life to live