Real Rap Lyrics

Yeah Aye

I'm thinking about the men ya hear me

In this bitch reminiscing ya hear me

Yeah Big Trap

Aye

I hit the booth and I start reminiscing

When I think bout the men I be all in my feelings

Shit got me deep in my feelings I'm thinking bout killing

I keep popping them perkys I'm scratching and itching

I'm smoking the sheets and the blend I don't fuck with the swishers

Had to cut off some niggas I cropped out the picture

I do not fuck with too many

Only fuck with my brothers my cousins and sisters

Damn this shit real rap nigga this shit ain't no cap

Put that bag on his ass like a cap

Niggas dissing but when he seen me he got blown off the map

Twenty shots in the clip I be giving out jacks

No doctor but I'm really giving out shots

You ain't scoring you tipping and drawing

Fat shit gang we gon put that shit on ya

Niggas bluffing we pushing up on them

I'm still catching hits at like four in the morning

I can't hang with no bitch all day shit boring

Only hang with my fam cause I know what they on

How the fuck is you trapping and sleep in the morning

When that money be up niggas really be snoring

Damn niggas ain't chasing that paper

Niggas chasing that pussy that shit ain't playa

Mix the wock with the yellow I be sipping on lakers

I be way in my jam pop a perc and I chase it

My trap use to move slow but I had to stay patient

I had to stay down had to pace it

It's some shit we can't change just face it

We ain't trying get even when we up on that score we gon real live raise it

I grew up with them pimps and the killers and takers

If I can't get what I want then you know I'ma take it

Bitch

Uhh I'm the last of the real

You ain't talking no m's I ain't signing no deal

Tryna get out the hood and put ma on the hill

So I wake up and I'm getting straight to them sales

I ain't breaking no code I be breaking them scales

The feds intercept when that shit came right through the mail

That was a fucked up day I ain't even make a sale

It's only two ways out nigga heaven or hell

Niggas get in that jam and the tell

Be the same niggas screaming they real

These niggas be bitches they tucking they tale

I was just with my dawg now he locked in that cell

My dawg just got locked he ain't even make bail

Still face time the men up the mother fucking jail

Rest in peace to the ops I be wishing them well

Uhh you know I'm riding with oc

Spin on their block we gon do it for blizzy

We gon hop out the car with two drizzys

Spinning that bitch so much niggas is starting to get dizzy

I swear to god niggas don't know how i'm feeling

I lost my heart I ain't got no feelings

I get way too high I ain't got no ceilings

Tryna cope with shit but this shit fucked up

Nah shit really fucked up tho ya hear me

I done lost too many people man

I ain't even got no heart nomore

Nah forreal shit left my mother fucking soul

I ain't got no heart

When I lost my grandma that shit broke me apart

Having suicide thoughts but I stopped

You can't walk in my shoes til you walk in my socks

I got a strong ass pops

Fighting cancer but still will go help out whoever that shit from the heart

Don't fuck with my pops and get popped

For my pops i'll come through on your block and i'll clear out your block

Uh nigga don't judge me

I only be where I know that they love me

I know shit looking good but this shit can get ugly

Me and bro stay together we just like the dudley's

Nigga got robbed by the gang trying link and be buddies

I ain't trying be cool I ain't making no rap friends

No cap I only came for that backend

Plug dropping that load so you know that he backed in

I'm serving that gas nigga tap in

I'm still the same me right now from back then

It's trap money records and I be the captain

Can't fuck with these niggas cause niggas be capping

This a glock with a switch but he hit like a mac ten

Put ya man in the air uh uh uh

Put ya man in the air now who geeking to match him

Now who gon match his ass haha

Big money nigga