Rob Trilliams - Forreal Lyrics

Forreal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No more Mr. nice guy
Hello Mr. nice watch
Imma break the bank
I just left the Dice spot
Shawty on my three
I told that bitch too icebox
Yeah I could be kind
But that don't mean I'm nice
Naa
Hold up
Wait up
Part of me
Told that bitch to pipe down
She cannot get all of me
Told her I'm doing great now
I use to want all of them
But, i feel good wit one now
Gotta make a profit that's a fendi
Foreal
Currently I'm beefing wit benji
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Told him it's on sight when he see me
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Take them shots no more defense
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I feel great
I couldn't to escape
The way i was living
We mistakes
I'm putting time in
10k
Shout out A.I
Filet the game
He ain't even say nothing to me
Just peep the lane
Found a groove
I Got my form back in pocket
Shoot wit toot
Did it the Wright way
That Temple boy don't play
ItzOnlyWright
Shifty on the field that nigga make moves
That's a fendi
Foreal
Currently I'm beefing wit benji
Foreal
Told him it's on sight when he see me
Foreal
Take them shots no more defense
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Niggas like to chat
But that shit wack
Just like yo raps nigga
"I just made a flip and ain't no seeds inside this pack nigga"
Don't you get to close
And don't you reach out for no dap nigga
Watch me bust a move
I'm talking two step then i dab wit it
Damn. Trill. Crazy.
They ain't even see me spazz yet
I ain't wit the cappin
So i make sure that it happened
Only way to get it
Is to put it to action
I just call it labbin
But You sir you are slacking
Gotta make a profit that's a fendi
Foreal
Currently I'm beefing wit benji
Foreal
Told him it's on sight when he see me
Foreal
Take them shots no more defense
Foreal
Take yo shot you played defense
I done fed my mind in Gods sequence
I riddle facts in melodies then read scripts
We dribbled balls jacks cars then sat in precincts
Now we ball and work hard with lack of reason
So we fall and fall hard don't judge my grieving
I gotta dog in my call log for trigger squeezing
No applause he clap jaws and leave you bleeding
Where I'm from you act tough, you end up leaving
I ain't run the king homes I'm still breathing
Leveled up i see but we was never even
So they level the field but know it's killa season