BPeeda - The Real Me Lyrics

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In this life you have to be real with yourself before you can be real with anybody else
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see
It's a whole lot of fake shit going on out here man
Fake friends, fake vibes, fake love
Stay true to yourself though
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
It's my year thought I made that clear
Sometimes I don't feel like driving let him take that wheel (Skrr skrr)
How you feel I feel great feel alive
Fly like a Lear I'll catch you on the other side
Blowing loud it's like a smokescreen
No slowing me down I'm coasting
Better think about it 'fore you approach me
Move around hokey pokey
I ain't with it you should know
How far are you willing to go
Don't run up on my brosky
Might have to make the 4.4 speak
Yeah I'm no killer but please don't push me
I ain't pussy you can't douche me
All in they feelings these niggas mushy
I done seen it I done done it
I done told bigger niggas run it
I done seen rich niggas turn bummy
And it didn't even involve no money hol' up
Most people won't feel me
It's okay I rather still give you the real me yeah
I don't really give a damn
All I know is to go ham
Most people won't feel me
It's okay I rather still give you the real me yeah
I don't really give a damn
All I know is to go ham
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Blues skies green grass
Thick thighs big ass
Her jeans full Nova Fashion
Oh she was your bitch what happened
In the club looking like a million dollars
Shaking ass hoping that a trick will holler
I got it but you can't get it
I made it but you won't spend it
Look I ain't trying to trip
But I done been where you trying to get
You want a real man so you can benefit
So you went and bought a butt that's counterfeit
What's the gist of it
I just want to make sense of it
She didn't feel comfortable in her own skin
Felt undesired by all the wrong men
I call it the curse of Kardashian
Those days when we were happy with ourselves just seems to be a has-been
It's just not popular no more
Child you don't have to travel that road
Draw your own path with the pencil of your soul
(You're perfect just the way you are)
Most people won't feel me
It's okay I rather still give you the real me yeah
I don't really give a damn
All I know is to go ham
Most people won't feel me
It's okay I rather still give you the real me yeah
I don't really give a damn
All I know is to go ham
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed
Pop a bottle get throwed
Roll a doobie get blowed