Real Rap

Now, without further ado, welcome to the leak tree

Ross Clark

Look who the fuck is back

Yo, yo, yo

Fuck, nigga

This your real rap, nigga

Leak three

That's the noise

You are now listening to the leak three

Pussy, nigga

Play that shit

One rap, one femto

See you then

Play that shit

As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed

I be givin' you exactly what you need

Some bitches ain't my type, some hoes not my speed

But I'm still drivin' on wild, make sure they crash out

Son of me, I come with smoke

The same shit you done when we was on talk

Got on that stage and watched you choke

I tried to hold it down and be broke

Shit disgusted me, you let pussy niggas be the ones to extort

I would've bust they head for you

But I had to let a ho be a ho, baby

Was never on what I was on, my baby

The world already know my baby

It's long live my brothers, baby

I be fightin' back the tears lately, yeah

And this shot doin' in front of daddy's house

Wish we never fell out

These ghosts know I would've had it out

They kill keybonding you from jail 2016

There was potential that I seen

Should've let you stay in the canteen, nigga

Cause you probably still be here right now

It hit deep when this dead loved one don't write about

Real G to my baby, chantin' for me

For people that I love, dead in one year

I don't want peace, nigga

I want to circle shit like a scantron

I don't pussy test what we be on

The shit I build, the shit I bought

The shit all of us live for

Drop, hear that move sing

Fast forward 2K24

And it hard that you name my poop thing

Little baby done fuck around that car

Road rage over insane

What the fuck this whole thing

She must've gave me all her brain

For real, she think I'm bustin' anywhere but her face

Nigga, this ho gotta be nutty

Thinkin' she had my babies, yeah

I be out here sellin' Frenchies

Before I breed one of these bitches

And get caught up like you niggas

Playin' Malcolm in the middle

Lotta shit I be sayin'

I ain't wrong, Femto, Deleon

Fuck her with my bail it on

Nigga was never on what we was on

Feel like Frank, knitted Frank

White mixed with Sinatra

Crucified me a few times

You know all my stigmas, nigga

Ride, baby, Brooklyn, baby

At a bodega like I'm beer

Whole world was waitin' on me to fuck up

And cheat on

The live show so good

I got a residency at Rollin' Live

So how the fuck you thought your bitch

Wouldn't let me perform inside our mob, nigga?

As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed

I be givin' you exactly what you need

Some bitches ain't my type

Some bitches ain't my type

Some hoes not my speed

But I'm still drivin' out wild

Make sure they crash out

Cause I'm real

And all kinds of fogpaws

Neighborhood superstars

Filled by many, my nigga

And we love by bras

All kinds of fogpaws

Neighborhood superstars

Yeah, filled by many

And we love by

Real rap, nigga

I cry out, nigga

I cry too, pussy ass, nigga

You don't know the half of what

I can't even tell y'all

I don't trust you

Trust me, forgive me

League 3

Bitch

Greatest hits type shit

Put that dick all in your bitch type shit

Xan with the league is the combination

You fuck niggas been the inspiration from junk

Yeah, I know you play around here with that punk

Look at your DM, you gettin' fucked, nigga

Mwah

Shit

Forever

4-3 ever, nigga

Let's start the thing