Real witcha

Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I get to smokin' on this weed, you know I'm zooted up In the club, I'm lit the youngest, one I told her, toot it up Nigga, keep on dissin', we might come around and shoot it up Bitch, I move in silence, you know I got all my shooters tucked No you cannot come around here, bitch, I am not cool with ya Once you do me wrong twice, no more, I can't fool with ya Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya All these fake niggas comin' around like we're the real ones Brodie odi, geekin' off them pills, he tryna kill some Bitch, I am so numb to the core, I can't even feel none I don't know if this shit's safe to say, but I don't fear none Why you talk about bodies when you know you'll never kill none Why you talk about spinnin' when you know you'll never drill none Niggas won't be gangsta till it's really time to kill some Till it's time to do that time and they gon' get the squealing I'ma hold it down for the real ones Speakin' for the real niggas, they gon' feel us If you tired of fake niggas, put your steel up All that cap rappin', I swear that shit do not fear us Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Twinkle, twinkle, little star, can you tell me who you are She claiming she ain't from around here, she come from afar Since I was a kid, my main dream was to be a star Till it's time to do that time and they gon' get the squealing And I do this for you, I gotta make up for them nights that I ain't have no food When I had seen my mama cry, ain't know what to do Ma I feel like I owe it, to ya I do this for you Lame kid in the school, they picked on my shoes Teacher said I wouldn't be shit, I said, hoe, who is you I hang with the wise niggas, I can't hang with fools I got so much pain inside, I can't even show you Yeah, yeah I'm like what they tryna do, it could be one versus two I'ma always get the last word, bitch, I'ma get to you Bitch, I'ma get to you Blah, blah, bullets, they gon' split at you Niggas keep on talkin' crazy, nigga, we gon' get you too This shit gettin' real, it's gettin' harder every day I can't even trip, I pray the Lord I be this case I be talkin' to the voices in my head like it's a race No, bitch, you can't come around, stay up in your lane Niggas so damn fake, that shit don't even make no sense I was runnin' with the older niggas, sellin' out them briefs I was bad as f*ck, I swear, I was always inside some shit I ain't goin' back and forth, I won't argue about that bitch I be to myself, I can't get caught up in the mix Fourteen years old when I had jumped inside the six Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Never been the type to fake it, I'ma keep it real with ya Why you tammat bodies when you know you'll never kill none Why you tammat spinnin' when you know you'll never drill none Niggas wanna' be gangsta till it's really time to kill somethin Till it's time to do that time, they gon' get the squealin