Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
Feeling like i'm Paul
Nigga I could be the truth
Hope my music Pierce yo soul
Leave some clues up in the booth
I'm riding with some soldiers
So there's no need to recruit
No limit to our money
Master anything we do
Went from walking to the bus
Always dirty up my shoes
Learn from legends,They were us
Now it's time to fill the shoes
Never talking bout no opps
I ain't worried bout their moves
Niggas heads be so confused
Man they don't know what to do
Make a song and hope for views
I make songs to share my views
Grab a book and drop the drak
Seen some real ones turn to fakes
Never focus on the hate
Time is ticking, can't be late
Niggas coming for my sound
Got me feeling like an idol
You get up they come around
Always moving never idle
I've been up and I've been down
Not attracted to the ground
I was low ain't make a sound
Now i'm blasting through my town
Y'all won't ever see me frown
Because of those I keep around
Steady balling
F*ck a mound
Fame is calling
Turn it down
Lames gon try to slow me down
So I gotta turn it up
They just ain't as real as us
So they'll never get my trust
Y'all so caught up in the lust
Stories never lead to love
Time to leave em in the dust
Glory to the ones above
The ones who never coming back
Gotta keep them strings attached
Found my one, I found my match
You'll always see us back to back
Aye, You'll always see us back to back
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
God is above
Don't forget when you get mad
Cherish that love
Shout out to my mom and dad
DeAsia and Brayden
I'm bout to put y'all in ya bag
They'll say that I made it
Like my name is on the tag
Came from the bottom
Had to work with what we had
One day i'll be rich
Time for us to get the bag
I won't ever leave y'all sad
Bout y'all brother y'all can brag
But don't ever do the most
Get the bread
Let's make a toast
Fly my family to the coast
Gotta teach em
Be the coach
Those who reach gon see the most
Gotta preach like gospel notes
F*ck a leash on beats I float
Toting heat right in my notes
T-Nalls is on the track
Y'all lost can't run it back
I mold to fit the gap
I'm gold no treasure map
Y'all sold and y'all got lapped
My brain is what y'all lack
My sight, no cataracts
My lane, not on yall tracks
I'm bright and that's a fact
My flame gon burn the wax
Y'all sleep, no time for naps
Shit deep like endless apps
No chill, I can't relax
Flow strong like high school axe
No deal, send me the max
I'm real this ain't no act
Aye, I'm real this ain't no act
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
T-Nalls - The Real Lyrics
T-Nalls - The Real Lyrics
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Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
Feeling like i'm Paul
Nigga I could be the truth
Hope my music Pierce yo soul
Leave some clues up in the booth
I'm riding with some soldiers
So there's no need to recruit
No limit to our money
Master anything we do
Went from walking to the bus
Always dirty up my shoes
Learn from legends,They were us
Now it's time to fill the shoes
Never talking bout no opps
I ain't worried bout their moves
Niggas heads be so confused
Man they don't know what to do
Make a song and hope for views
I make songs to share my views
Grab a book and drop the drak
Seen some real ones turn to fakes
Never focus on the hate
Time is ticking, can't be late
Niggas coming for my sound
Got me feeling like an idol
You get up they come around
Always moving never idle
I've been up and I've been down
Not attracted to the ground
I was low ain't make a sound
Now i'm blasting through my town
Y'all won't ever see me frown
Because of those I keep around
Steady balling
F*ck a mound
Fame is calling
Turn it down
Lames gon try to slow me down
So I gotta turn it up
They just ain't as real as us
So they'll never get my trust
Y'all so caught up in the lust
Stories never lead to love
Time to leave em in the dust
Glory to the ones above
The ones who never coming back
Gotta keep them strings attached
Found my one, I found my match
You'll always see us back to back
Aye, You'll always see us back to back
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
God is above
Don't forget when you get mad
Cherish that love
Shout out to my mom and dad
DeAsia and Brayden
I'm bout to put y'all in ya bag
They'll say that I made it
Like my name is on the tag
Came from the bottom
Had to work with what we had
One day i'll be rich
Time for us to get the bag
I won't ever leave y'all sad
Bout y'all brother y'all can brag
But don't ever do the most
Get the bread
Let's make a toast
Fly my family to the coast
Gotta teach em
Be the coach
Those who reach gon see the most
Gotta preach like gospel notes
F*ck a leash on beats I float
Toting heat right in my notes
T-Nalls is on the track
Y'all lost can't run it back
I mold to fit the gap
I'm gold no treasure map
Y'all sold and y'all got lapped
My brain is what y'all lack
My sight, no cataracts
My lane, not on yall tracks
I'm bright and that's a fact
My flame gon burn the wax
Y'all sleep, no time for naps
Shit deep like endless apps
No chill, I can't relax
Flow strong like high school axe
No deal, send me the max
I'm real this ain't no act
Aye, I'm real this ain't no act
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
Feeling like i'm Paul
Nigga I could be the truth
Hope my music Pierce yo soul
Leave some clues up in the booth
I'm riding with some soldiers
So there's no need to recruit
No limit to our money
Master anything we do
Went from walking to the bus
Always dirty up my shoes
Learn from legends,They were us
Now it's time to fill the shoes
Never talking bout no opps
I ain't worried bout their moves
Niggas heads be so confused
Man they don't know what to do
Make a song and hope for views
I make songs to share my views
Grab a book and drop the drak
Seen some real ones turn to fakes
Never focus on the hate
Time is ticking, can't be late
Niggas coming for my sound
Got me feeling like an idol
You get up they come around
Always moving never idle
I've been up and I've been down
Not attracted to the ground
I was low ain't make a sound
Now i'm blasting through my town
Y'all won't ever see me frown
Because of those I keep around
Steady balling
F*ck a mound
Fame is calling
Turn it down
Lames gon try to slow me down
So I gotta turn it up
They just ain't as real as us
So they'll never get my trust
Y'all so caught up in the lust
Stories never lead to love
Time to leave em in the dust
Glory to the ones above
The ones who never coming back
Gotta keep them strings attached
Found my one, I found my match
You'll always see us back to back
Aye, You'll always see us back to back
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
God is above
Don't forget when you get mad
Cherish that love
Shout out to my mom and dad
DeAsia and Brayden
I'm bout to put y'all in ya bag
They'll say that I made it
Like my name is on the tag
Came from the bottom
Had to work with what we had
One day i'll be rich
Time for us to get the bag
I won't ever leave y'all sad
Bout y'all brother y'all can brag
But don't ever do the most
Get the bread
Let's make a toast
Fly my family to the coast
Gotta teach em
Be the coach
Those who reach gon see the most
Gotta preach like gospel notes
F*ck a leash on beats I float
Toting heat right in my notes
T-Nalls is on the track
Y'all lost can't run it back
I mold to fit the gap
I'm gold no treasure map
Y'all sold and y'all got lapped
My brain is what y'all lack
My sight, no cataracts
My lane, not on yall tracks
I'm bright and that's a fact
My flame gon burn the wax
Y'all sleep, no time for naps
Shit deep like endless apps
No chill, I can't relax
Flow strong like high school axe
No deal, send me the max
I'm real this ain't no act
Aye, I'm real this ain't no act
Chilling with my squad
They gon try to send the the troops
If you really making money
Be the one to show the proof
But only to your people
You should only tell a few
Steady stalking money
I always keep it in my view
Young niggas listen up
Man you could be the truth
They killing black kings
Had to tell em free the youth
They tell us grab the ball
But be so quick to shoot
They tried to tell LeBron
He should stick to hoops
Writer: T-Nalls H.
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid