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Yeahhhh yeahhhh, yeahhh yeahhh (ahh) (ahh)

For Real for real for real for real (For Real)

(Ahhhh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhh) You know I'd never leave my brothers (For real)

Only god is above us, For real (For real for real)

(For real for real, for real for real)

I done been in that field, seen niggas get murked (For real for real)

So I keep that strap sitting right on my lap, nigga kill or be killed (I got it)

And I can't get wacked, cause I gotta make back what I lost in the trap

Bitch I'm all about a sack, hoes know I got racks cause I'm always in Saks

Lil herb really be on the block, for real for real (For real for real)

Lil herb tote Glocks, I get a nigga a shot

Pull up in that drop coming straight from the dock and it come from the lot

Ridin' around my city with a cup and a blunt

50 Shots I ain't worried about nothing (Huuh)

(ahhhh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (For real for real, for real for real)

(ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (For real for real, for real for real)

(ahhh) You know I'd never leave my brothers (For real)

Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)

For real for real, for real for real

For real for real, before I die I gotta see a 'hunnid mill

But I came from the Chi got some shorties with me that would kill a nigga for a couple 'hunnid steal

Gettin money Herbo (??)

, the way I make those 'hunnids peal

Steady whippin, (??) another kill

Make a nigga wish he had another deal

Yeah and I said if I want it Imma cop it

Run up on me while it's on me(??), Imma pop it

Going off, can't nobody stop us

My tapes be the hottest, before I even drop it

I don lost too many my niggas, I miss my niggas (for real for real)

I don lost too many (??), so we finna go kill for real

(Ahhhh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (For real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhh) You know I'd never leave my brothers (For real)

Only god is above us, for real (For real for real)

For real for real, for real for real

For real for real, I feel mentally ill

Cause if I see an opp, Imma let off this thirty shot Glock

, 'till it's empty as hell

Been in the field since a lil nigga

, I do not show no sympathy still

I gotta be rich or be dead

Drinking this pint to the head, (??)

I'd rather drink codine instead, I'm leaning and dozing

Superman mixing, pouring the purp with the red

Bitches they all in my face, they thirsty

(??), Shaking they ass

Better hope he don't blast (Huhh)

(Ahhhh) Ain't nothing gonna stop us (for real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhhhh) You know we got them 30 Poppers (for real for real, for real for real)

(Ahhh) You know I'd never leave my brothers (for real)

Only god is above us, for real (for real for real)

For real for real, for real for real (you ain't know?) Ahhh