Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
I might hop out put wings on a nigga
The forty got good springs on it nigga
I been living out my motherf*cking dreams lil nigga
Flyer the team lil nigga
Got my motherf*cking weight up I'm payed now
Nigga I just knew I would come up
I had to stay down
I couldn't be in no classes
I had to weigh pounds
I was young nigga I was loading up the K rounds
Eh eh eh
Ima get on everything and Ima slay
They be sleeping on me but I'm never sleep
Gotta get my f*cking meals I gotta eat
Put my foot up on the gas aint got no brakes
I be paranoid sometimes I need to spray
I gotta baby on the way he gone be fed
Im bout to roll me up a dutch so I can fade
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
Only thing I ever cried with is money
Only thing I ever worried was stunting
In my pocket I got hell of these blue hundreds
Nigga im high as a bitch I think I caught the muchies
I been eating everything like some pussy
I was living in the jungle like jumanji
At the trap twenty four seven that bitch jumping
That what it look like turning nothing into something
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
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Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
I might hop out put wings on a nigga
The forty got good springs on it nigga
I been living out my motherf*cking dreams lil nigga
Flyer the team lil nigga
Got my motherf*cking weight up I'm payed now
Nigga I just knew I would come up
I had to stay down
I couldn't be in no classes
I had to weigh pounds
I was young nigga I was loading up the K rounds
Eh eh eh
Ima get on everything and Ima slay
They be sleeping on me but I'm never sleep
Gotta get my f*cking meals I gotta eat
Put my foot up on the gas aint got no brakes
I be paranoid sometimes I need to spray
I gotta baby on the way he gone be fed
Im bout to roll me up a dutch so I can fade
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
Only thing I ever cried with is money
Only thing I ever worried was stunting
In my pocket I got hell of these blue hundreds
Nigga im high as a bitch I think I caught the muchies
I been eating everything like some pussy
I was living in the jungle like jumanji
At the trap twenty four seven that bitch jumping
That what it look like turning nothing into something
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
I might hop out put wings on a nigga
The forty got good springs on it nigga
I been living out my motherf*cking dreams lil nigga
Flyer the team lil nigga
Got my motherf*cking weight up I'm payed now
Nigga I just knew I would come up
I had to stay down
I couldn't be in no classes
I had to weigh pounds
I was young nigga I was loading up the K rounds
Eh eh eh
Ima get on everything and Ima slay
They be sleeping on me but I'm never sleep
Gotta get my f*cking meals I gotta eat
Put my foot up on the gas aint got no brakes
I be paranoid sometimes I need to spray
I gotta baby on the way he gone be fed
Im bout to roll me up a dutch so I can fade
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
Only thing I ever cried with is money
Only thing I ever worried was stunting
In my pocket I got hell of these blue hundreds
Nigga im high as a bitch I think I caught the muchies
I been eating everything like some pussy
I was living in the jungle like jumanji
At the trap twenty four seven that bitch jumping
That what it look like turning nothing into something
Why they gotta be real
Why they gotta be fake
Why they hiding in the grass
Why they gotta be snake
I gotta run my money up
I cannot be a cheapskate
On a blind date with the money
Think I'm bout to get engaged
No lie I pop out with that fye
Spit straight facts it aint no lie
I feel it hurt all down inside
And these demons they might
Make me cry
Writer: Terris Strickland
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