Lyrics Just Being Real - j shiest

(Hawk You Gone Crazy)
They say the devil wears prada so i put on fear of god shorts
I been getting to this guala you cant get inside of my Porsche
I remember times brodie served them bows up off of my porch
I been turnt for a minute, a hoe can never say that im poor
They want this and that
Aint going tick for tack, dont give it to em
Damn my dad was right so many times
I wish i listened to him
Never charge the brodies for a song
Im just gon send it to 'em
Im the realest nigga wit me
The shit he saying, think yall should listen to him
All the fine girls like girls too
Man this shit really getting crazy to me
When i finally got some money
My old niggas started acting shady to me
And i know these hoes be on go
So i dont never trust a hoe thats gon lay wit me
And a broke ass nigga is just something hoes
Could have never labeled me
When my patna got kicked out
I let that nigga know he can stay wit me
And i grew up round some monsters
So ill never let a nigga play with me
A nigga got anger management
So you better watch what you say to me
And im starting to think im winning
Because my grandma went and prayed for me

Prayed for me
7.62 shots up out da drac
Niggaa bet' not play wit me
They dickride da truth done came out
These niggas gay i see
Im trynna cop da 'vette
Just to show da ones who hate on me
Youngest from the south to do it
Killing niggas way 'fore slavery
I told j keep goin cuz u go make it
See dat chance u better take it
I made a promise and i cant break it
Know they hating
I done put alot of frowns on niggas faces
Sum like braces
Im just knowing my time coming i can taste it
Leave it vacant
I told j don't worry bout da hate
Cause thats what make you strong
I told the bros whoever da first one to get rich
Just put us on
I had dem bags in school da smell too loud
Couldn't even put on cologne
They like Tez why youn' do right?
Cause when i do they say its wrong
Cant pick up da phone
I been on my own
They think im gon
I call italie he a' put one in yo dome
And get you gone
I told Jerald jus be patient and hold on
Get rich and known
I hit up gang like whats going
Lets make a song
And now we on
Told em get dat bag
He went to da loot
Hop out and shoot
U bet not trust these hoes they a'
Play u like a flute
Put him on mute
Suppresor on my glock
Cant hear when dis bih shoot
Just know it do
I kno sum niggas who ah kill u for some shoes dats jus da truth