Real Rap

Now, without further ado, welcome to the leak tree
Ross Clark
Look who the fuck is back
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck, nigga
This your real rap, nigga
Leak three
That's the noise

You are now listening to the leak three
Pussy, nigga
Play that shit
One rap, one femto
See you then
Play that shit
As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need

Some bitches ain't my type, some hoes not my speed
But I'm still drivin' on wild, make sure they crash out
Son of me, I come with smoke
The same shit you done when we was on talk
Got on that stage and watched you choke
I tried to hold it down and be broke
Shit disgusted me, you let pussy niggas be the ones to extort
I would've bust they head for you

But I had to let a ho be a ho, baby
Was never on what I was on, my baby
The world already know my baby
It's long live my brothers, baby
I be fightin' back the tears lately, yeah
And this shot doin' in front of daddy's house
Wish we never fell out
These ghosts know I would've had it out
They kill keybonding you from jail 2016

There was potential that I seen
Should've let you stay in the canteen, nigga
Cause you probably still be here right now
It hit deep when this dead loved one don't write about
Real G to my baby, chantin' for me
For people that I love, dead in one year
I don't want peace, nigga

I want to circle shit like a scantron
I don't pussy test what we be on
The shit I build, the shit I bought
The shit all of us live for
Drop, hear that move sing
Fast forward 2K24
And it hard that you name my poop thing
Little baby done fuck around that car

Road rage over insane
What the fuck this whole thing
She must've gave me all her brain
For real, she think I'm bustin' anywhere but her face
Nigga, this ho gotta be nutty
Thinkin' she had my babies, yeah
I be out here sellin' Frenchies
Before I breed one of these bitches
And get caught up like you niggas

Playin' Malcolm in the middle
Lotta shit I be sayin'
I ain't wrong, Femto, Deleon
Fuck her with my bail it on
Nigga was never on what we was on
Feel like Frank, knitted Frank
White mixed with Sinatra
Crucified me a few times

You know all my stigmas, nigga
Ride, baby, Brooklyn, baby
At a bodega like I'm beer
Whole world was waitin' on me to fuck up
And cheat on
The live show so good
I got a residency at Rollin' Live
So how the fuck you thought your bitch

Wouldn't let me perform inside our mob, nigga?
As I proceed to hit the motherfuckin' weed
I be givin' you exactly what you need
Some bitches ain't my type
Some bitches ain't my type
Some hoes not my speed
But I'm still drivin' out wild
Make sure they crash out

Cause I'm real
And all kinds of fogpaws
Neighborhood superstars
Filled by many, my nigga
And we love by bras
All kinds of fogpaws
Neighborhood superstars
Yeah, filled by many

And we love by
Real rap, nigga
I cry out, nigga
I cry too, pussy ass, nigga
You don't know the half of what
I can't even tell y'all
I don't trust you

Trust me, forgive me
League 3
Bitch
Greatest hits type shit
Put that dick all in your bitch type shit
Xan with the league is the combination
You fuck niggas been the inspiration from junk
Yeah, I know you play around here with that punk

Look at your DM, you gettin' fucked, nigga
Mwah
Shit
Forever
4-3 ever, nigga
Let's start the thing