Kodak Black - That For Real lyrics

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip)
(JT on the track again)

That's my fault
Expectin' loyalty from niggas when really I
Should be mad at myself i'm mad at myself
I was carryin' 'round a group
Of unloyal niggas on my
Back and just for them to stab me there
That's what I get
Chasin' after friends that ain't cared
Now I'm tryna get the pin to where
You stay and then I'm there
You went against the plan
So I gotta cut off your air
'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you
What you gon' do to somebody else?
Can't let that slide, all
Fuck niggas gotta die
Y'all gon' fuck up the world
My pride to the side
Playin' Barbie with my lil' girl
Couldn't see between your lines
I was caught in a twirl
I likе guns and roses
She like pistols and pеarls
That's my Russian roulette
Put a flower set on your neck
I'm here to protect you, baby
So I protect you, baby
See me with these different bitches so much
It get you crazy
So I keep your diamonds on flush
Like we in the restroom, baby
I apologize so much and you
So tired of the fussin'
Ain't gon' hide from the public how
Much I love this woman
Say you ain't white, you Russian
I'm just glad you ain't my cousin
That's the only thing gon'
Stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin'
Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date
We gon' talk over dinner and
Put everything on a plate
Everything on the table
Say everything you gotta say
I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous
A sniper movin' with grace
My plug went to jail, but I made a way
This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up
But I make it shake
I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga
Looked up and I made you bae
And everything I got
I obtained goin' through pain
It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet
My wifey in the club
It's just like me to go and turn
A white bitch to a thug
I'm steady fuckin' hoes
You know you shouldn't have let me fuck
You wish you never loved
But it's too late 'cause you in love
I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt
I'm pushin' through the hurt
This shit a blessin' and a curse
You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl
You know I need my Percs
I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all
That's when I'm worse
I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt
I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit
Put my pistol in your purse
I don't second-guess my gut
Them niggas flaky and I'm sure
I gave them chances
They turned out exactly who I knew they were
Been too long on this curb
It's time to leave
All they did was take when I
Was willing to give them everything
I had to learn how to swim
Them crackers sent me up the creek
Tried to spread me on the ground
So it's too late to squash the beef
Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry
I'm in the back seat
I ain't even gotta drive
But fuck this Maybach 'cause
I'm that for real
Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real