4 Real

Gotta step on up and start making movements Instead of feelin all alone and fuckin tyin nooses (Ughh) All them voices in my head man there a fuckin nuesence (Do it) Nothin but a pack of dogs and a fuckin flock of vultures Pickin at me Satin just be waitin for me I ain't goin no where I'm the fuckin reapa homie (Sha) And all these People bettin on it and be gettin duesces Rollin with them snake eyes like they all meduses Losers And I ain't even gotta burn a witch Ima use the Bitch Black magic and bag the snitch So unruly Braggin that u got this groovy Still chinged 7 times in ur fuckin Gucci Reapa Man U know I'm always down to switch my flows up But I'm always up to fallin down whenever shit gets fucked up For real I gotta stand on up And keep the grind for real But See I can't go back down doin old habits Gotta keep good status and madness Level it Keep it at the right balance Little fucker runnin from the janx And hopin fences in that new balance Haha Actin silly Get the whole crew around Packin up the billy In the shops Loose tracksuits never chilly Don't know what we up to haha damn really? Doin Shh Just to go and make a buck Thankin on the lord for lookin out and givin luck But life can really suck Don't know who to trust Don't know where to turn to when ur all alone and feelin fucked But this shits only at begginings My heads all over the place so I done this track with feelings Wanna stick to the music don't wanna go down to dealings I can push thru it Because I got so many reasons