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reala music 2 - mover lyrics

intro:
muni
you gave them that realer music run that
i want you to give them that realer music 2 innit
that grown sh*t you get me
i want you to tark to them yutes properly

verse 1:
yo, look
they say my face getting bait now
focus on the music
it’s only time till it pays out
i remember school days
spitting in the hallways
tight little clique
now i’m ducking them in broad day (ah)
it’s funny how the roads work
my n*gga you ain’t getting nowhere off of old dirt
stay consistent brudda blaze your biscuit
got all these kids are gassed
they ain’t doing their homework
see they don’t give a f*ck if you were real in the 80’s
they accidentally body you while robbing the ap
it’s crazy but f*ck it g i’m ‘appy i’m ‘ere doe
chicks still holla’ring but i just slap in my earphones
see i’m paro like that
shallow like adz
cupid try holla threw the arrow right back
they saying i could blow but my ego’s chilled
cah i know if i don’t blow my n*gga kemo will
tricks, dirts one of them will come true
cah all it takes is the dna from a young move
then i’m back up in the slammer
like they want me, trust me
12 little d*ckheads tryna judge me, f*ckery
but real talk
i ain’t going back to the jail house
they already got me every week
sending some mail out
to watchy, bricky, chelmsford and isis
i’m so f*cking hot
feds watching how i live

verse 2:
but maybe that’s a sign that i should stick to the music
but even when i try
pagans give me a reason
to hop out the dinger with the 38 squeezing
trying to leave a p*ssy with his head on the ceiling
and it
had me in the worst of ways
like f*ck repercussions
imma burst his face
suttins getting dropped or getting burnt today
i was living like there wasn’t big birds to face
but i’m 20 now
trying to get that nickel n safe
how’s a big man living off a likkle man’s wage
so this money ting i had to get my hands on
nine a year me and tricks scheming on a bank job
and that’s real talk i do this on a casual
how i ain’t been jail this year
i’m still thankful and grateful
i hustle anything i’m able
f*ck being broke i’m trying get my n*ggas stable
so if you want that peng n*gga shout us
my team break food like your inner [?] does
and if them boys want chat to the police
trap letting off like a zoley homie
and that’s real talk i’m chatting what i do
and i know they say they bang
but they chatting for the views
stay humble
but never will i have it from a yute
real leng man around me
they’ve had up on the news

verse 3:
see i be round grilled cheese everyday
cheese, super, g28
and free my jail bruddas trapped on the wing
s.dot, fatal, swiper and mims
proof, ghostman, roadman and dagger
bradders, major, squeezie and jim
that’s my lil darg he’s the greeziest kid
[?] got locked ain’t the easiest thing

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