Symba - I'm 4Real lyrics

Okay, lil' nigga (yeah)
Don't run from RAP, motherfucker (yeah)
Don't play with niggas

Ayy, look, I just hit a lick for a new AP
(Ayy)
Forty in the safe, still paying late fees
(yeah)
I just got the crib with a cute eight piece
(yeah) they gon' bust it open just
To get the gate key (Ayy)
It's so much in my budget
I forgot I had a budget
I need a passport for this foreign I imported
(Skrrt) walking 'round the crib
Tripping over Rick Owens
These hardwood floors ain't got a scuff
Nigga (Nah)
A hundred million dollars ain't enough, nigga
(Nah)
I could see a billy through these bluffs
Brother (yeah)
Momma told me keep the money in the family
Psh, me and Ben Frank like blood brothers
(Woo) fuck your assets, let's fact check
All this gold on and I ain't
Even got a plaque yet
Quarter mill' in the backpack, nigga
That's back scratch (What we get?)
Yeah, we get rack racks (Woo) shit

No face, no case, lip silent, shit's sealed
(Shh, okay, this silent)
Ayy, my niggas so gassed up
We don't run out of real (Ayy)
Shake something, bitch, I'm
Just playing, nah, for real
(Nah, for real)
I just got paid from a play, I'm for real
(I'm for real)
Still the same nigga out the Bay
I'm for real (I'm for real)
Niggas get to tripping, we'll hit 'em
I'm for real (Ha ha ha ha)

Yeah this what happen when niggas get
To giving the Henny out
(Okay, you, you, you, you)
Hold up, look, yeah, yeah
(Come here, let's go)

Huh, you gon' take her out and
Buy all of that designer (Ayy)
I'ma stay in and fall asleep in that vagina
(Ayy) i'ma risk it all if I ever see Rihanna
Put out the umbrellas in the
Wraith and get behind her (Ayy)
Niggas want war
But they ain't got enough troops
Sliding on the opps, playing duck, duck
Goose (Grrt)
Rubber band clan, got my neck in a noose (Uh)
You ain't ever seen a Bay nigga like this
(Nah) i flooded out the Rollie and
The Richard on my wrist (Bling)
Dollars turned me up
We 'bout to make you niggas sick
When we walk in
Niggas better grab they bitch
East Bay nigga, I was down, now I'm lit
(Okay, tell 'em bring me more bottles
I'm right here)

No face, no case, lip silent, shit's sealed
(Shh, what we tell 'em?)
Ayy, my niggas so gassed up
We don't run out of real (Ayy)
Shake something, bitch, I'm
Just playing, nah, for real
(Nah, for real)
I just got paid from a play, I'm for real
(I'm for real)
Still the same nigga out the Bay
I'm for real (I'm for real)
Niggas get to tripping, we'll hit 'em
I'm for real (Ha ha ha ha, grrt)

Yeah this what happen when niggas get
To giving the Henny out
Hold up, look, yeah, yeah (Hey, ayy)

I'm for real