Trapboy Freddy For Real Lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Chose
For real, for real
For real, for real
Put my gang in the sky 'cause I real for real

[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still
I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real

[Verse 1]
You know I'm up for real, I'm up like Uncle Phil
I used to want an M, now I want another M
Comin' where I'm from, you either gon' rob or steal
You the man when you ride big wheels, but I could still get you hit still
I get you tucked for real, it's just what it is
I get you f*cked for real, f*ck how you feel
I gotta keep the steel, too many my niggas gettin' killed
I can't believe this real, still can't believe that I'm here
Remember I was broke, now I ball up out the gym
I'm above the rim, I can't even see 'em
Yeah, we used to steal, but all I wrote is real
No, we not like them, and this before the deal

[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real

[Verse 2]
I'm black and proud like Michael Blackson
Still bad like Michael Jackson
Quarter milli' hit up in the mattress
Apartment niggas, still'll hit an actress
Rockstar jeans, don't sag now
Trap nigga, bust a bag down
Hustle hard like a Mexican, nigga
This trap shit got the best of nigga
No, you not like me
I'm still the man in the white tee
If rappin' don't work, we gon' get us a load off
No, you can't doze off
I'm the shit for real, been the shit for real
Been in the streets for years
Past the streets, it's real
This trap shit real, vacuum seal
Rappin' low-key, watch the po-po
She jumped ship, that was a low blow
When I say young money, I don't mean Lil Wayne 'dem
Two fingers in the air, a nigga pinky hang down

[Chorus]
Throw my gang up in the sky 'cause I real for real (For real)
All these niggas with me slide, yeah, we steal for real (For real)
When you comin' where I'm from, it's either death or kill (Kill)
And that lil' money ain't changin' shit, bitch, I'm thuggin' still
I got that sack for real (For real), I got that strap for real (For real)
Those thirties real, I can get you clapped for real
Trappin' hard on Monday, gotta pay these bills
You know I'm duckin' still, you know I'm up for real