PAINPTV - $2REAL (feat. $J-DOLLA) Lyrics

I think I'm too real for the rap game They used to call me K.P., that's my trap
Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things And we'll flood your block like a hurricane
I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same
Count cash in the bin, swerving lane to lane I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames

It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine
Bad nigga but I'm fly though, ride with that Draco
I hit a snake nigga like I hit a fake hoe My lawyer got the case closed and I'm back on the road
Book me for your next show, I know you seen a promo

Bloodstreet, E&T, bitch you know we next to blue
Just like Boston George when he met Pablo
Had to learn Spanish cause the plug come from Mexico
And I'm running through this gas faster than a Texaco

Real niggas do real shit, fake niggas do f*ck shit
Snitch on one of mine, I get you and your kids killed
That's real shit, that's no stunting, bird season, no hunting
Bad bitch, real bad bitch, no scissors, steel cutter

DVS is in my ring, Gucci to the shoe string
Copped so many packs that the plug know my first name
My next flip I might go buy me a airplane
I smoke a blunt and pop a Xan just to ease the pain

I think I'm too real for the rap game
They used to call me KP, that's my trap name
Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things
And we'll flood your block like a hurricane

I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same
Count cash in the bin, swerving lane to lane
I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames
It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine

I can never change them, my real niggas
They say we the same, but you my lil' nigga
Still want you to grow and get real bigger
One thing you need to know, that it's real, nigga

Gate niggas the game, grind, let them shine with me
Ten birds a week, yeah, I got that nine with me
Seventeen to keep, huh, that's how we get it
Rest in peace, my nigga, be damned

That's how we every million dollar dream
We bring it to reality, f*ck with us
And you forge your own salary
Power never hold my nuts, we execute the casualty

Niggas wouldn't front me, shit, and eatin' so they mad at me
I thank God that I made it through these tragedies
Must go with the same kids who went to bed for me
I mean that, actually, only get fat from me

Made your pain pay, yeah, eat
I think I'm too real for the rap game
They used to call me KP, that's my trap name
Me and Payne back to back in the foreign things

And we'll flood your block like a hurricane
I can't f*ck with you artists, we are not the same
Count cash in the Benz, swervin' lane to lane
I can still spot a hater through these Gucci frames

It's sad to say I made a living off of cocaine