young zee - That's My ***** Fo' Real
Ugh zee
I got wakin' haze my customers hoes sleep with me
We have small beef I still sell em o's for three fifty
They known when big beef I'll pop a hundred times
They like road kill I live *****s brains on one eighty nine
And my down ******* they be ready to kill
I be like chill they be like that's my ***** fo' real
I'm from the bricks
That's my ***** fo' real
Young Zee is smack all my *****s in the hood they be like
That's my ***** fo' real
B-Boy you my ***** yeah talk to 'em
I don't give a f**k if we don't sell a record
We still gunna get this money in the bricks
Spill it Zee
I'm like Santa clause I deliver *****s grams raw
Straight from panama they eat it up like Hannibal
And my dons they appear like magic wands
I sell em to the crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on
Plus I have a clan packed in the back of vans
More raw than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram
I get B-boy a truck yo truck in the river
f**k some doe he be like that's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Scarecrow what I'm trying to walk before I crawl
I want it all ever since I came outta my mommas walls
I'm trying to make so much doe when I write a song
I can Vite em all while y'all click on the corner selling final calls
*****s mad at us gladiators like maximus
We Fabolous while you fall off like cannabis's managers
My manDd you keep the Nina Pillin
Zee point a mine and watch em soak em like Sarina Williams
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Zee need Buddha E user
Be free lookers spittin' from our PT cruisers
My tank don't drop I still got doe to make
Got little *****s on roller skates holdin' my coke and weight
Blow paper hole chaser doe raiser Joe Frasier
Sixteen celly's and four pagers
Go hype up your squad that they might f**k with ours
I just light up cigars go buy bikes trucks and cars
Got axe n nitty in Atlanta deep
Ran the street ten grand a week
I got one word don't put ya man to sleep
And I love my jersey live *******
They leave a *****'s face with thirty five stitches
They'll help me cinder blocks and pushin' kids so deep in the oceans
They see where octopuses live
This label deal is for raws pacin' chill
I know mad heads but still
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
That's my ***** fo' real
Yeah what
Bricks