Real Ones
Yeyo
REAL ONES
INTRO
Ye….Ye...Ye…Yo
Petra…..Ey
CHORUS (X2)
THE REAL ONES DON’T DIE
BUT THE GAME GOT WEAK
YOU AIN’T REALLY GOING HARD FOR THE STREETS
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES….SEE THE FAME AIN’T CHEAP
BUT I MAKE SURE THE GANG GONE EAT
Verse 1 (YEYO "The Miracle Child")
Lotta n**gas grown but they don’t know how to act,
I don’t talk game all I do is state facts,
25 years in the game no plaques,
How you wanna ball out when you can’t afford tax,
Big money moves I don’t wanna chitchat,
Big cheese coming in and not a single n**ga rats,
I ain’t gotta tell you where I been or where I’m at,
Cause I’m airplane mode let me call you right back,
No beef unless it’s medium rare,
Competition looking at me and I’m fully aware,
There’s levels to this shit and tell em I got plenty of layers,
You plotting on me God told me everyone of your prayers,
Everybody want a cut but never willing to share,
Everybody say they ready but they’re never prepared,
Tryna get the drop on me this ain’t musical chairs,
Don’t ever see you top five when you not even there,
Table for 5 all my n**gas ready to dine,
Tell the waiter bring the menu with the finest of wines,
Cash only even though the card is never declined,
Miracle and every single letter divine,
Top of the line recognize I’m one of a kind,
I don’t see no competition like I’m legally blind,
Everybody got a wave but I roll with a tide,
Like I just got a divorce man I’m taking what’s mine.
CHORUS (X2)
THE REAL ONES DON’T DIE
BUT THE GAME GOT WEAK
YOU AIN’T REALLY GOING HARD FOR THE STREETS
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES….SEE THE FAME AIN’T CHEAP
BUT I MAKE SURE THE GANG GONE EAT
Verse 2 (PETRA)
Uuuu that’s deep I’m putting all of y’all to sleep,
Murder this beat banging harder on the streets,
We don’t play on the lyrical,
Every day all day we gotta kill it yo,
When you see me only thing left to do is lay low,
Real b**ches don’t die only if I say so,
Making mad hits rolling with yeyo,
Sh*t ain’t sweet but we be getting cake though,
Coming through with the win like whoa,
With no ladder shooting up like so,
Somebody coulda told you I ain’t about to go,
Not anytime soon finna hit em with the blow,
Let em know I’m top of the line recognize I’m one of a kind,
I don’t see no competition like I’m legally blind,
Everybody’s got a wave but I roll with a tide,
Like I just got a divorce man I’m taking what’s mine.
CHORUS (X2)
THE REAL ONES DON’T DIE
BUT THE GAME GOT WEAK
YOU AIN’T REALLY GOING HARD FOR THE STREETS
I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES….SEE THE FAME AIN’T CHEAP
BUT I MAKE SURE THE GANG GONE EAT
POST CHORUS
THE REAL ONES DON’T DIE
THE REAL ONES DON’T DIE
END
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