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You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (no) You should tell the truth, you ain't built like that (never) Summer time so the roof peel right back I'm living luxury, and last month I was living up in custody Not police then these models want cuffs on me You ain't real like that Riding with my day ones, I'm in the field like that Can't phone for a ball, I don't deal like that You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that My brother's been up in jail for years and I still write back (yo) I'm on the block with the guys, man, it's still like that (like that) They say I'm gonna blow but I still might trap (might trap) Yo, I'm smoking on stardawg, my wrist cost a half-box Driving them foreigns, see police we park off 'Cause babes I'm a crook, I'll still show you what's good We can go to The Shard or we can go to my hood I put ink on my skin, man I'm living in sin I give bro couple bags 'cause he lives in the bin (free him) I'm boiling this water then dipping it in Half a box in pebbles that's minimum cling So light your weed up if you ever lost a close friend (light) Or pour your yack if you'll give anything to hold them I'm coming from the bottom, teacher said I'm hopeless But now I'm in a Benz, she's cruising in a Focus You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (no) You should tell the truth, you ain't built like that (never) Summer time so the roof peel right back I'm living luxury, and last month I was living up in custody Not police then these models want cuffs on me You ain't real like that Riding with my day ones, I'm in the field like that Can't phone for a ball, I don't deal like that They say keep your friends far and your enemies close But it's hard to really who's your friend on these roads Fam, it's so real I told the label I don't even know still 'Cause a couple years ago I signed up to a coke deal And If I stopped getting in the work, how would the road feel (how?) But fam I like this music Turning up at shows with my niggas, fam I like to do it Put your phones in the air, this is Lyca music It's summer time she just wants to have fun and smoke some weed Told her if she tryna roll, come and roll with me My shoes costs a lot but I get them Os for cheap I'm overseas in Dolce jeans I sat down and learnt how to cook from older G's Now I'm sitting in the trap smoking potent weed And the neighbours they know it's me So I gotta keep 'em real nice so they don't phone police You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (no) You should tell the truth, you ain't built like that (never) Summer time so the roof peel right back I'm living luxury, and last month I was living up in custody Not police then these models want cuffs on me You ain't real like that Riding with my day ones, I'm in the field like that Can't phone for a ball, I don't deal like that You ain't real like that, you ain't real like that (no) You should tell the truth, you ain't built like that (never) Summer time so the roof peel right back I'm living luxury, and last month I was living up in custody Not police then these models want cuffs on me You ain't real like that Riding with my day ones, I'm in the field like that Can't phone for a ball, I don't deal like that
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