Songtexte Real One - Hardo , Kizzl

It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them bills come
Now I put up money for my lil' ones
Man I'm out here trappin' till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain't have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one

In these streets on them late nights
Money murder them straight types
Big diamonds I got ice
Cops harassing me like I ain't got rights
Play the phone you gon' send kites
From them red and blue to them stage lights
In the water with the great whites
Gotta smoke some then I take flight
Trappin' off of my cell
Got the work off the scale
Big fish it's a whale
Shooter so young he can't spell
Rule number one when you in the streets
And you gettin' money nigga don't tell
Got the work in the hotel
I be catchin' plays like Odell
Straight sauce on these niggas
Ray Charles on these niggas
Playin' round with them sticks
Baseball on these niggas
I say where he go
I play God to these niggas
I just met a migo
Bout to take off on these niggas
Trap

It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them bills come
Now I put up money for my lil' ones
Man I'm out here trappin' till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain't have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one

I don't fuck with the so calls
Touch down I'ma show off
Big chain with the big charm
Diamonds lookin' like snowballs
In the trap gettin' blow off
Puttin' stamps on the dope bag
Hundred joints in the tote bag
I'ma kill a nigga toe tag
LV on my shirt
Double G on my hoe bag
More paper than a notepad
Moncler on my coat tag
Young nigga from the projects I was growin' up with no dad
Now I'm sittin' in the trap house got boy and girl nigga co-ed
Plug ready time to go grab
Glock 40 case it go bad
Get pulled I'ma go fed
I'ma trap nigga like Joe said
Walkin' all through the trap
Versace all on my back
Them niggas know I got the sack
These bitches don't know how to act

It take a real one to know a real one
Man you know these streets they always kill one
Remember I was broke right when them bills come
Now I put up money for my lil' ones
Man I'm out here trappin' till the deal come
These streets done made me cold now I feel numb
I ain't have no bread I had to steal crumbs
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one
It take a real one to know a real one