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real ones - sanxiouz, 2lyt lyrics

hook*

don’t you f*ck with the real ones ×8

verse1(sanxiouz)*

time to k!ll these suckas who fakin
these wack artist keep buzzin
i gotta give em concussion
there ain’t no f*ckin way to be stoppin this operation
cuz i got the kinda sauce that force rappers to hibernate em

dont you f*ck with me buddy
i leave these rappers cryin in a corner they yellin mummy
i dont f*ck with people who only about the money
they hate to be themselves so thеy turn you down cuz you workin

f*ck that, i ain’t never been on the hoеsh*t
you rappers can’t rise even if you come with a forklift
my rhymes more preachy than fathers who on em churches
got so much of intellect in my brain that its bulging

shove your face up inside the ass of a corpse
im writin the masterpieces while you takin a stroll
back in the sport yall rappers thought that we ain’t bringin no force
yall ain’t got that typa engine yall can’t enter the course
done livin bummy i gotta come up with harder raps
these people ain’t takin me seriously where my choppers at
when i pull up on these suckas they be feelin like a heart attack
you ain’t gettin lucky even if it is an autumn fest
hit em in they head up with a bottle when they bout ta flex
you know when im on it man im on it like tyrrano rex
f*ck smokin, f*ck clubbin and f*ck booze
f*ck everyone who think its makin you look cool
thats a d*mn marketin strategy for you dumb fools
i would rather take a sip of some of that plum juice

dont you f*ck with the real one
and immma keep on comin with hardest raps till them bills come
if you dont like my skin tone then suck my d*ck till it spills cum
i been holdin for too long , i guess its time to
destruct

i got blood guts limbs casually over my floor
emcees talk sh*t we slittin their vocal chords
ain’t n0body better sanxiouz and 2lyt
had to bring some horrorcore
people sleepin on us like they been sniffin chloroform

hook*

don’t you f*ck with the real ones ×8

verse 2 (2lyt)*

real ones on real estate you a fake homie you a duct tape
i stand alone in this rap game
you keep begging for lil fame
i stole your b*tch from ukraine
you get sold for few chains
you off beat like blueface
we murder rap it resonates
if i go fast it’s a cop chase
i feel bad….for you lil rappers
you’ll get slaughtered if i come closer
f*ck your b*tch call it acrobatic mathematic
matter of fact it’s all practice, all the tactics
i been the best i beat the matrix
i came here to overtake
past sinner is today’s saint i make the moves i make it rain
i slit your throat like roman reigns

putting the work for a life change

benihana marijuana b*tch hot like extra sauna
i take the notes but no drama
make it pop like becky hecky
shoot your b*tch like air hockey

last time was just a trial
running treadmill like an extra mile

be extra wise for big advice
we run the city on drifting tyres

i’m done playing i just need the fame
you ask money that’s d*mn shame

i run the game you can’t escape

hook*
don’t you f*ck with the real ones ×8

- sanxiouz 2lyt lyrics

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