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Fa Real, Fa Real

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You could get shot just for lookin'

What you thought? You ain't know I'm from Brooklyn?

I got the recipe, you can't get next to me

I'm in the lab and I'm cookin'

Can't forget about Papa, I told you, "I got us"

We came a long way from them bookin's

If I spot 'em, I got 'em, you know the vibes

Keep a whip with a b***h and a pollin' slide (shine)

Shots flyin', all my opps dyin'

For real, for real

I've been the star, I am not lyin'

For real, for real (shine)

Bullets feel like a hot iron

For real, for real

I'm shootin' first, so just stop tryin'

For real, for real

Most of my killers is in the steel

You can get popped like a Benadryl

More opps, I got more chops

I'm here just to give y'all the realest feel

These rappers just cap, they ain't in the field

Bodies on bodies, that's gooey sauce

How you know that they made me the newest boss

'Cause they see the mission unstoppable

I don't gotta lie to you, I got a lot to do

Far as bodies, yeah, I got a few

Take a picture, don't reach when I'm drivin' through

Yes, I came from the streets, but that's optional

Stick to plot, but I walk with a stick on me

Make a move, then, I knock your big homie

Why you mad? 'Cause I'm flyer than this chick homie

FN is my friend, you gon' switch on me?

Shine, for real, for real

Tryna rob me and I'll still drill

I'm richer than you, but I'll still kill

Hundred tho' worth of ice, this s**t gives me chills

I already made it, they see that I'm famous

I'm patient, racin' to a hundred mill'

And I see that they hatin', they got me mistaken

They bustin' moves, guess the blood gon' spill

Shine

Big Cho, I know you heard of me

Beat the murder and the first degree

If they ain't died for these wicked hallows

Then I shot 'em, put him right into surgery

So think twice when you think about hurting me

Pre-meditated, I'm killin' them purposely

Can't relate, I need more on my dinner plate

Been a shooter, I be hittin' vertice (shine)

Shots flyin', all my opps dyin'

For real, for real

I've been the star, I am not lyin'

For real, for real (shine)

Bullets feel like a hot iron

For real, for real

I'm shootin' first, so just stop tryin'

For real, for real

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