Straight to the real yeah im fine with that
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Name poppin gettin richer by the next day
Never stuck on the same on a new wave
Servin woman everyday with an entrée
Clip in the 40 hang like a long braid
Used to drop off the pack like its deadweight
Now im boss on a nigga need some deskspace
Open 20 bands write like an essay
Magazine we be shootin till the next day
Still gotta watch my back out for judas
Cartier pull up with a redflick
Make a movie on a nigga like its Netflix
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Lost my brother on the road out in traffic
When you livin like we did it get tragic
Couldn't tell you what i known when it happened
In love wit the money and a bad bitch
Imma dick her down with a passion
Cant leave the squad alone ive been absent
Now im back up in the game its a wrap shit
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Straight to the real yeah im fine with that
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Young Kreed - Won't Believe It Lyrics
Young Kreed - Won't Believe It Lyrics
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Straight to the real yeah im fine with that
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Name poppin gettin richer by the next day
Never stuck on the same on a new wave
Servin woman everyday with an entrée
Clip in the 40 hang like a long braid
Used to drop off the pack like its deadweight
Now im boss on a nigga need some deskspace
Open 20 bands write like an essay
Magazine we be shootin till the next day
Still gotta watch my back out for judas
Cartier pull up with a redflick
Make a movie on a nigga like its Netflix
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Lost my brother on the road out in traffic
When you livin like we did it get tragic
Couldn't tell you what i known when it happened
In love wit the money and a bad bitch
Imma dick her down with a passion
Cant leave the squad alone ive been absent
Now im back up in the game its a wrap shit
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Straight to the real yeah im fine with that
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Name poppin gettin richer by the next day
Never stuck on the same on a new wave
Servin woman everyday with an entrée
Clip in the 40 hang like a long braid
Used to drop off the pack like its deadweight
Now im boss on a nigga need some deskspace
Open 20 bands write like an essay
Magazine we be shootin till the next day
Still gotta watch my back out for judas
Cartier pull up with a redflick
Make a movie on a nigga like its Netflix
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Lost my brother on the road out in traffic
When you livin like we did it get tragic
Couldn't tell you what i known when it happened
In love wit the money and a bad bitch
Imma dick her down with a passion
Cant leave the squad alone ive been absent
Now im back up in the game its a wrap shit
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Straight to the real yeah im fine with that
Shorty whats the deal imma sign on that
Watch so chill whats the time on that
Gotta rep where you from put your grind on that
When you gotta hustle out the buildings
Saw all the pain need the healing
We aint from the chi but we drillin
We aint worred about a lame we be killin
Put my squad on im achieving
Cant trust a hoe im misleading
Be on the low with the demons
See what i see wont believe it
Black magic you would think its witchcraft
Freddy in the cut pop out his skimask
B vearn hit you bitch in a chefs hat
B laing ball on you like he steve nash
Im with Q that's my blood get a deathwish
Bullets rip thru your lung they gone exit
Writer: Khalan Bazemore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid