For Real - Lost Tapes 2016

Straight facts, nigga

Come through sippin' apple juice out ya Pyrex nigga

Fuck wrong wit' chu

I got like 20 some-odd pounds comin' from

Nevermind

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up off the scale, just came off the boat

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

Look, I drop bands on the low

I got bands on them hoes

I drop ten on a four

OG strains on my door

OG strains on my woe

Whipping the 7 to get it popping

All of my niggas is with the brick

And got a bitch on the batter like Betty Crocker

Whipping the 7, and baby

And I'm fly like a pelican baby

And I'm pouring the O in da 4

And I'm sipping this shit, it's so delicate baby

I'm so rich I don't sell this shit, baby

I fuck hoes in Chanel and shit, baby

From the first night she ain't wanna fuck

But I had to finesse this shit baby

And my niggas gon' get to the decimal

I lay back and then wait like a criminal

Come direct, we dont need the subliminal

Got some Florida shooters, they some Seminoles

I got bitches to popout the whole load

Niggas with bricks out the boatload

50 deep and they like, oh no

Fuck it, I do this shit solo nigga

(Oh, my)

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up off the scale, just came off the boat

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

I got fours on top

I put fours on five

Whippin' the O's on top

Dippin' the sauce 'til I drop

Dippin' the four 'til it whip a pill

I give a fuck 'bout how niggas feel

I'm so real I could fuck a fake bitch

Fake ass, fake tits, 'til that shit is real nigga

Whip the exotic on Biscayne

We done moved up, shit changed

550 when I switch lanes

950 for some ripped jeans

Gun dirty but my dick clean

Gun dirty but the whip clean

20 thousand on a nigga neck

Just to walk around to hear that shit clank

(Tell you what, can we hear something from the album)

Man, lets talk this New Toronto nigga

I can say I'm New Toronto, nigga

Talent for talent, you small fry

No, I don't do McDonald's nigga

Niggas see me in the new Givenchy

Flexing with my nigga Bleu DaVinci

Free my nigga Pete out the pen

Pressure coming, let this shit begin

I pull up in foreigns like this shit for real

Pull out like Jeff Gordon, fuck how niggas feel

New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin' blow

Work up off the scale, just came off the boat

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

Forreal, nigga for real

I just flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

Pressure

My nigga Kellz said give 'em that pressure

Nigga, we bringing that pressure

Came for the more not the lesser

All of us came out depression

Just to reunite and flexin'

One Umbrella fucking Mob, nigga

Hopeless kid, I used to rob niggas

Stressing had me in a deep depression

Givin' niggas pressure, on the job nigga

I would sell that dope to anybody

Anybody tried to ball with ya

Times were so hard on the boulevard

You needed someone to grind with ya

But it was no one to grind with ya

No one's life was on the line with ya

No one was with ya at the Hasty Market four o'clock on Saturday mornings

Trying to split the dimes with ya, Lord

Whippin' the soda, you know that I'm gone

Just give 'em that pressure, just give 'em that pressure

Whippin' the soda inside of the kitchen, baking soda

YOLO, whippin', niggas know we got it going

Get it my nigga, that's pressure

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure

They want that pressure, know they want that pressure

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure

Easy Fargo

Don't give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure, no