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ode 2 da real - abso the great lyrics

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[verse 1]

the good die young and that’s f-cked up
sometimes i gotta ask god what the f-cks up
cuz real n-ggas don’t luck up. gotta start from the bottom
make ya way to the top and now these n-ggas gotta problem

can’t solve em. just charge it to the game
nothin wrong wit the target, just gotta change the aim
stop tryina please n-ggas. this self made hustle. i don’t owe you n-ggas
why give back to the hood. all it did was spoil n-ggas

most these n-ggas got content with mediocre sh-t
they ain’t wanna strive for better. they was cool wit gettin cheddar
but it’s more than paper dawg. ya life gotta have purpose
i look myself in the mirror everyday like is it worth it

all that bullsh-t on the surface. money clothes and fly sh-t
this something you could feel. you should be bumpin my sh-t
in the trap all day just to be trapped all day
but music like a gift that’s why i (w)rap all day. instead of stressing

cuz man sh-t a blessin
all n-ggas care about is gettin salad and some dressing
but that mean n-ggas gettin h-lla green but they still hungry
paid but not full. look how they did mitch and sonny

that’s why it ain’t no team. just me doe
movin round the hood like a don no cheadle
while you sleepin on yo pillow. n-ggas lookin for them kilos
stay up. that’s my suggestion for my ppl
this my ode to the real

verse 2:
9 to 5 is how you survive.. and all that other sh-t
it’s either be bum or indictments from the government
whippin up the work on the stove.. no need for oven mitts
pocket full of bins these n-ggas just tryina cover sh-t..

….but can’t cover they bail
n-ggas out here eating cheese but can’t cover they tail
not i n-gga.. see what i spy n-gga..
if you ain’t built for the game don’t try n-gga..

struggled a while n-gga i learned that money ain’t everything
hustles go wrong at any moment n-gga shots could ring
running round wit glocks and things. cuz these n-ggas got glocks and things
clocking your maneuvers. plotting on ya watch and ring

it’s cold. these n-ggas cold
the f-ck is wrong wit n-ggas souls. i swear a muf-cka gettin old
i remember back in the day n-ggas was living by a code
these young n-ggas movin hotter than crack pots in the stove

lemme talk to em. this game ain’t for the weak
n-ggas on top of the world and still aim for the streets
i’m just aiming for these beats. nothing more
cuz n-ggas ain’t gon help you when you bleeding on the floor

learn life n-gga. i rather have hoopty with a phat knot
than stunting in the benz on the block with the have nots
how would you feel if you was broke all ya life…
a n-gga you know pull up in some sh-t wit a price

…that’s 6 figures and and ice on 6 fingers..
couple chains and givin money away… that sh-t lingers
sh-t like that suppose to motivate you… but most n-ggas gon grow to hate you
so never judge a n-gga by his face. it ain’t suppose to be real

these n-ggas fake… they ain’t suppose to be real

these n-ggas fake… they ain’t suppose to be real

- abso the great lyrics

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