Zkin - Real Lyrics

Real real (real real)
Bitch, I'm real real (real real)
Real real (real real)
Bitch, I'm real real (real real)
F*ck the city up
Yeah, that bitch in the cut
I ain't giving no f*ck
Really gotta run it up
Walking with a crutch
Still stepping on them hoes
40 on me I got gold
Flow insane I never go
Rapping like I never know
Spend a band on clothes
F*ck that bitch and then I leave
She wanted to be with me
I can't even see a thing
Why you always got a fiend?
Put a boy up in a casket
Got a choppa Ima blast it
Real real (real real)
Bitch, I'm real real (real real)
Real real (real real)
Bitch, I'm real real (yeah yeah)
Had to take it to the park
Bitch, I'm Finna blow your spark
Came from nothing out the park
Now they dissin out the heart
Who wanna f*ck with me?
223 gonna make you bleed
I ain't going to hit your feet
Head shot brains leak
I don't care what you say about me
Bitch, I really got that key
Fat little boy rapping like he knows some shit
You smell like shit
She stabbed me in the f*cking back
No hook I'm doing that
Yeah, you know my bitch is bad
Bitch, I really got that bag