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It ain't too many real ones
They love you when you die, but hate you when you up
It ain't too many real ones
They cool when you over, but hating when you not
Man, too many fitches
Too many, too many, too many fitches
Too many, too many
I ain't worried about that
I cut them off quick, I don't play no games, boy
Just ain't a tindo
I'm consistent like a tempo
At any moment, it could go down
I'm like a window
I caught a play, if you didn't know
And if you piss off the quarterback, you'll never see the end zone
Bitch, you're my name like a mentos
It's always in their mouth, God, can I live, bro?
Ain't too many I can listen to
They want to hang, now they didn't prove
All your problems sound like two plus two
This wasn't overnight, you don't know what I've been through
Everybody want a ticket
When I ain't had, didn't I ask for help?
All I could hear was crickets
I'm just a youngin' on a mission
You should want to see us winning
But it ain't too many real ones
They love you when you die, but hate you when you up
It ain't too many real ones
They cool when you over, but hating when you not
Man, too many fitches
Too many, too many, too many fitches
Too many, too many
And I don't believe in enemies
You get more than the S-H-I-N if you mention me
I see you in the streets, shake a dad a hand like a slippery
I pop up like a memory
Remember me, not say the shit you said in the tweet
But I don't hear peepers
Bittersweet
I perennials, smooth, that's where the shot at
Only the strong survive in the weekend, like at the Friday
I keep the peace like Muhammad Gandhi, so don't you try me
Because we don't do karate, we just pop it like a molly
I bring the check in like a lobby, can't nobody stop me
About my paper, when under pressure, they origami
My face good and my sneaky, you gonna need your ID
And so before Q, Malcolm X, Muhammad Ali
Everybody want a ticket
When I ain't had, didn't I ask for help?
All I could hear was crickets
I'm just a youngin' on a mission
You should want to see us winning
But it ain't too many real ones
They love you when you die, but hate you when you up
It ain't too many real ones
They cool when you over, but hating when you not
Man, too many fitches
Too many, too many, too many fitches
Too many, too many
Watch and see how real move around
Somebody tell these fake motherfuckers move around
I got my eyes on the like a Hooters owl, cause I like them real
And we was on common grounds
I don't understand how these other niggas getting down
On my team, real niggas are coming out
Your team, KKK, real niggas not allowed
Watch them fade like a motherfucker
Hand me down
Can you hear me now?
Only time I spend is to the money
You ain't came up if you ain't said the money
Like my girl always trying to find a way to bust me
So to find a way to trust me like she found a way to fuck me
Real nigga in the field with my aces
Swallow my pride, but a nigga gotta chase this
I ain't meet twins, did you niggas two-faced it?
Time is the money and you niggas too patient