Not Phony

Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com Nol, fytenol, f3d baby Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15 They got a stock on it, you don't know Rick and Randy Why is that? Cause they're my homies I told her keep fuckin' when I was locked up Just not the guys, when she got lonely Cause I'm a real one, I am not phony I'm a real one, I am not phony To some losses, that was draconian His first brick, he got the rollie, free KP Yeah, that's the brodie, in a TRX, listenin' to some oldies Ballin' like Kobe, Chyna my shorty She strapped with 40, I'm on probation Keep it shh, when you see the police I be spittin' fyntenol, know you might O.D I was up in the kitchen whippin', they bought every thing I was down to a shake bag, can't come to the plug naked If you want it raw, then you gotta pay straight cash I don't lip box, you out my weight class Feds wanna put me in a straight jacket I ain't trippin', unless the G4 in the clouds I'm gettin' to a bag right now, got out with a Glock Stashed in the ground, blowin' on Za Pass It around, your nigga weak, he actually a clown Can't get a job, bad background You want a war, I won't back down I am a king without the head crown He was a op, no he dead now This is a drum, hold a hundred rounds Behind his limo tent, they don't see me Punkin' told me shine, so I got VVs I ain't goin' back, not to nene the hood need me All these bitches greedy, I'ma hustle, never get sleepy F*ck my ex, I changed my number up Now she sad that she can't reach me Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15 They got a stick on it, you don't know Rick and Randy Why is that? Cause they're my homies I told her keep fuckin' when I was locked up Just not the guys when she got lonely I am not phony, I'm a real one I am not phony to some losses That was Draconian, his first brick, he got the Rollie Free KP, yeah, that's the Brodie In the TRX, listenin' to some oldies Ballin' like Kobe, tryna mind shorty She strappin' 40, I'm on probation Keep it shh, when you see the police I be spittin', fittin', all you might OD Rapid fire when I spit, all these baddies on my dick I be standin' on a business, in my city, I'm the realest Turn my youngin' to a killer, hundred thousand to a million Got the Trackhawk spinnin', and the trap sippin' Remy Screamin' Free Sharif Fleming, 60 years on the sentence Standin' tall till he finish, workin' out through the day Brick a dog in the safe, f*ck em all they in the way Lift her skirt, her drawers in the way Six goons , we all gettin' faced Pop the Perc, I hope it ain't laced On Calli, yeah, we doin' great If he don't get involved, he gon' hate I'm the one they call for the H Ballin' on him, Illinois State Blood said he sent emon the freight From projects to livin' on lakes Before you die, leave the biggest estate No room for error, we don't make mistakes Pushin' the clock on him, got a AR-15 They got a stock on it You don't know Rick and Randy, why is that Cause they're my homies I told her keep fuckin' when I was locked up Just not the guys, when she got lonely Cause I'm a real one, I am not phony I'm a real one, I am not phony Till some law says, that was draconian His first brick, he got the Rollie Free KP, yeah, that's the Brodie And the TRX, bitch, and that's some oldies Keep it shh, when you see the police I be spittin' fentanyl, you my O.D