Z-Ro, Lil’ O, Am Kevo - Real lyrics
[Z-Ro, Lil’ O, Am Kevo - Real lyrics]
Come with me
Ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G
Seem like it's my to shine
Like the diamond cut in my grill
La da da da da, I'm real
You can catch me flipping
And sipping and smoking
Up in the turning lane
With the doors wide open
We serious bout our habit's
We never be choking
Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking
Why don't you wanna light up the blunt
That's in your hand
I'll pat ya with the 4-4
That is for sure man
Ain't no more breaking a leaf
Ain't nothing but that dro man
Mess around and get too tipsey
You'll be on the floor man popping up
Until I feel about as strong as four man
We don't smoke rocks but they
Are over our hand remember back in the day
I use to be a poor man
Now I'm gifted and sipping daily
With jewelry frozen
Uh, they say I'm acting funny
They saying O's strange
They saying no don't come around
Nigga O's changed
Man O tripping man what's going
Down in O's brain talking down on me
Them niggas still ain't having no change
See I don't really talk it, I just live it
I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it
Give a playa the ball
He 'pose to run with it
But these niggas rapping gossip
Like some dumb bitches
Like how he get that Benz
How he get that dough yeah I got some bread
But wanna get some more
See I went from grinding
All in front the liqour store
To a made man, I'm top knotch nigga role
And you could do it too
This should inspire you to get ya change
Get out the game and retire fool
Before these streets fuck around
And retire you
You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool
Mama say she hate game, but can't avoid mine
She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe
But hard dick and hard times
I'm the homicidal Hitchcock
A sex addict and a weed fanatic
So tell me how could shit stop
Cause, I'm real
Ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill
I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill
Yeah a million bucks
My mouth piece armed with invisible
Sets and trillion cuts this boy throwed
I thought they told you
Nigga Presidential code
You can see it, when I'm hauling in my load
My Escalade, all work no play
23 screens and eight 15's, that's tucked away
So you can, keep watching me and
I'ma pop this E man
After ecstasy the desert eagle
Followed up with a solo performance
From my HK to all ya people bitches
Ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G
Seem like it's my to shine
Like the diamond cut in my grill
La da da da da, I'm real
You can catch me flipping
And sipping and smoking
Up in the turning lane
With the doors wide open
We serious bout our habit's
We never be choking
Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking
Why don't you wanna light up the blunt
That's in your hand
I'll pat ya with the 4-4
That is for sure man
Ain't no more breaking a leaf
Ain't nothing but that dro man
Mess around and get too tipsey
You'll be on the floor man popping up
Until I feel about as strong as four man
We don't smoke rocks but they
Are over our hand remember back in the day
I use to be a poor man
Now I'm gifted and sipping daily
With jewelry frozen
Uh, they say I'm acting funny
They saying O's strange
They saying no don't come around
Nigga O's changed
Man O tripping man what's going
Down in O's brain talking down on me
Them niggas still ain't having no change
See I don't really talk it, I just live it
I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it
Give a playa the ball
He 'pose to run with it
But these niggas rapping gossip
Like some dumb bitches
Like how he get that Benz
How he get that dough yeah I got some bread
But wanna get some more
See I went from grinding
All in front the liqour store
To a made man, I'm top knotch nigga role
And you could do it too
This should inspire you to get ya change
Get out the game and retire fool
Before these streets fuck around
And retire you
You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool
Mama say she hate game, but can't avoid mine
She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe
But hard dick and hard times
I'm the homicidal Hitchcock
A sex addict and a weed fanatic
So tell me how could shit stop
Cause, I'm real
Ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill
I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill
Yeah a million bucks
My mouth piece armed with invisible
Sets and trillion cuts this boy throwed
I thought they told you
Nigga Presidential code
You can see it, when I'm hauling in my load
My Escalade, all work no play
23 screens and eight 15's, that's tucked away
So you can, keep watching me and
I'ma pop this E man
After ecstasy the desert eagle
Followed up with a solo performance
From my HK to all ya people bitches