Lil Durk, Trae Tha Truth - FrFr lyrics

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Countin' money kinda hard
Got me feelin' like a star
Niggas wanna see me scarred
So I got somethin' in the car
Way too many niggas fraud
Hatin' me like it's a job
I'll be damned if I get robbed
'Cause I'ma send they ass to God

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Niggas hate, I got it locked
In these streets they say I'm hot
Bein' real'll get you got
Probably somethin' that you're not
I just got another Glock
Tell the plug I need another block
And I don't fuck with niggas
Niggas get you popped
That's why I'm on the block
With hundreds and a stock
Who they tryna block? I tell
Them I ain't fo' it
Play it like I'm Curry
How could you ignore it?
Hatin' got you booked
If Stephen King had wrote it
Me? I'm doin' me
It's somethin' that's important
I rep for Houston like Whitney, nigga
Boy in the hood, ain't no Ricky, nigga
Tryna picture what Audemar fit me, nigga
Might just buy the whole
Spot 'cause I'm picky, nigga
Me and gon' ride for life
He make a call, I'm jumpin' out my body
Somebody get hit, we like Illuminati
We push it and kick it like we do karate
Now who they gon' try?
Tell 'em to fly and I can get'em the crash
Bitch, if it's pressure
Better get your cash
Fuck nigga, cut it, I ain't talkin' grass

I'm from a place where shit gets hard
Everybody out wanna be stars
One on my waist, and got one in the car
Ain't no fear, tryin' not to get scarred
Why so many niggas turn out fraud?
Fuck niggas on a full-time job
Slip up, might turn out robbed
Pissed off, now I'm talkin' to God

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Realist nigga nothin' less
I'm the streets and you a guest
All that hatin' got you stressed
Bitch, hate on me and get ya pressed
I just got my sack up on everybody
Might pull up trippin' with everybody
Clear the block, get my clip out on everybody
Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody
Ain't no time to try to talk and finesse
Disrespect and I'll be at yo' address
If I go to work
I'll bring it right to yo desk
Ain't no H and O
I take it right to you chest
Let you make it, nigga, how?
You only trap what I allow
King wit' it nigga, bow
Fuck next, I was now
Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand
If we don't lock up, I take it to your man
Do what I want all day, I have a plan
I'm from the west, I get you where you stand
Sick of niggas playin' foul
Teach a nigga like a lecture
Run a chopper 'til it catch ya
Might just end up on a stretcher

Countin' money kinda hard
Got me feelin' like a star
Niggas wanna see me scarred
So I got somethin' in the car
Way too many niggas fraud
Hatin' me like it's a job
I'll be damned if I get robbed
'Cause I'ma send they ass to God

For real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real (For real)
For real, for real, for real, for real