Real Poet 2 Lyrics

Put my trust in some in some niggas

And some bitches wasn't ridin' for me

Always wonder where the love was

That shit really hidin' from me

I took you as my brother

I guess you wasn't family

Put a molly in a cup

I don't think she handle it

Don't tell me that you love me

And then leave out that you hate me

No money ain't no conversation

Pussy gotta pay me

Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine

Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy

I done kept the real with every nigga

Ain't no fakin

Back against the wall

That's when you realize ain't nobody got you

All you niggas flaw

One day you brothers next

They sayin' it's fuck you

Gotta keep a rod

You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you

Man it's fuck the law

My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em

What's the real definition of keepin' it real

My brother snitched on me

Man I'm still keepin' it trill

I'ma say what I want

Give a fuck how you feel

And I ain't scared of your pussy ass

Fuck who you killed

Loudest nigga in the room

Really be the brokest

Aye its Molly on my tongue

Really keep me focused

F-U-C-K-S-O-B-E-R

I swear man fuck being sober

And I came from the side

You gotta be a soldier gang

Back against the wall

That's when you realize ain't nobody got you

All you niggas flaw

One day you brothers next

They sayin' it's fuck you

Gotta keep a rod

You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you

Man it's fuck the law

My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em

Play by the rules

Or your ass gon' get hit up

My last memory of Kk. was some candles lit up

And we don't aim for no feet

Bitch we shootin' neck up

And you must heard that I'm winnin

Bitch you better catch up

Promethazine and molly in my piss

Don't ask if that shit clean

I've been through some shit

You wish you never would've seen

Designer on my sneakers

Bitch you know that I'm steppin' clean

Ion trap I just give my brudda all them fiends

Don't tell me that you love me

And then leave out that you hate me

No money ain't no conversation

Pussy gotta pay me

Man I'm sippin' on Promethazine

Pure codeine bitch I'm lazy

I done kept the real with every nigga

Ain't no fakin

Back against the wall

That's when you realize ain't nobody got you

All you niggas flaw

One day you brothers next

They sayin' it's fuck you

Gotta keep a rod

You in these streets you don't know who wanna buck you

Man it's fuck the law

My brothers was chillin' then the system snuck em