T.G.T Reapa - 4 Real Lyrics

Gotta step on up and start making movements
Instead of feelin all alone and f*ckin tyin nooses
(Ughh)
All them voices in my head man there a f*ckin nuesence
(Do it)
Nothin but a pack of dogs and a f*ckin flock of vultures

Pickin at me
Satin just be waitin for me
I ain't goin no where I'm the f*ckin 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 f*ckin 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 f*cked 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 f*cker 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 f*cked
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