Put my trust in some in some niggas
And some bitches wasn't ridin' for me
Always wonder where the love was
That shit really hidin' from me
I took you as my brother
I guess you wasn't family
Put a molly in a cup
I don't think she handle it
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
What's the real definition of keepin' it real
My brother snitched on me
Man I'm still keepin' it trill
I'ma say what I want
Give a f*ck how you feel
And I ain't scared of your pussy ass
F*ck who you killed
Loudest nigga in the room
Really be the brokest
Aye its Molly on my tongue
Really keep me focused
F-U-C-K-S-O-B-E-R
I swear man f*ck being sober
And I came from the side
You gotta be a soldier gang
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
Play by the rules
Or your ass gon' get hit up
My last memory of Kk. was some candles lit up
And we don't aim for no feet
Bitch we shootin' neck up
And you must heard that I'm winnin
Bitch you better catch up
Promethazine and molly in my piss
Don't ask if that shit clean
I've been through some shit
You wish you never would've seen
Designer on my sneakers
Bitch you know that I'm steppin' clean
Ion trap I just give my brudda all them fiends
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
Mookie - Real Poet 2 Lyrics
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Put my trust in some in some niggas
And some bitches wasn't ridin' for me
Always wonder where the love was
That shit really hidin' from me
I took you as my brother
I guess you wasn't family
Put a molly in a cup
I don't think she handle it
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
What's the real definition of keepin' it real
My brother snitched on me
Man I'm still keepin' it trill
I'ma say what I want
Give a f*ck how you feel
And I ain't scared of your pussy ass
F*ck who you killed
Loudest nigga in the room
Really be the brokest
Aye its Molly on my tongue
Really keep me focused
F-U-C-K-S-O-B-E-R
I swear man f*ck being sober
And I came from the side
You gotta be a soldier gang
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
Play by the rules
Or your ass gon' get hit up
My last memory of Kk. was some candles lit up
And we don't aim for no feet
Bitch we shootin' neck up
And you must heard that I'm winnin
Bitch you better catch up
Promethazine and molly in my piss
Don't ask if that shit clean
I've been through some shit
You wish you never would've seen
Designer on my sneakers
Bitch you know that I'm steppin' clean
Ion trap I just give my brudda all them fiends
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
And some bitches wasn't ridin' for me
Always wonder where the love was
That shit really hidin' from me
I took you as my brother
I guess you wasn't family
Put a molly in a cup
I don't think she handle it
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
What's the real definition of keepin' it real
My brother snitched on me
Man I'm still keepin' it trill
I'ma say what I want
Give a f*ck how you feel
And I ain't scared of your pussy ass
F*ck who you killed
Loudest nigga in the room
Really be the brokest
Aye its Molly on my tongue
Really keep me focused
F-U-C-K-S-O-B-E-R
I swear man f*ck being sober
And I came from the side
You gotta be a soldier gang
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
Play by the rules
Or your ass gon' get hit up
My last memory of Kk. was some candles lit up
And we don't aim for no feet
Bitch we shootin' neck up
And you must heard that I'm winnin
Bitch you better catch up
Promethazine and molly in my piss
Don't ask if that shit clean
I've been through some shit
You wish you never would've seen
Designer on my sneakers
Bitch you know that I'm steppin' clean
Ion trap I just give my brudda all them fiends
Don't tell me that you love me
And then leave out that you hate me
No money ain't no conversation
Pussy gotta pay me
Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine
Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy
I done kept the real with every nigga
Ain't no fakin
Back against the wall
That's when you realize ain't nobody got you
All you niggas flaw
One day you brothers next
They sayin' it's f*ck you
Gotta keep a rod
You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you
Man it's f*ck the law
My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em
Writer: Mookie Yungin
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