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Mo Reala (Clean) - Zaytoven/Future

Producer:Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Super

You can feel the pain on a young n**ga you hear me

Future Hendix

Young rich n**ga f**kin' bad b**ches

That's all I know that's all I know

It's sad to say that

Hendrix

This couldn't be love man

This couldn't be love

Check out the way I be glistenin' yah

Four-door Bugatti you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe I'm more realer than y'all

F**k my new case I'm more realer than y'all

Ace by the case I'm more realer than y'all

Sleep with the 'K I'm more realer than y'all

A regular day I'm more chiller than y'all

Diamonds on freeze ain't gon never thaw out

N**gas talk sh*t ain't gon never be found

Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count

F**k all this Tussin this Act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up ain't no f**kin' around

We get that guap ain't no f**kin' around

Ice overload this ain't regular ice

Hop on a private ain't regular flights

Smash on your h*e this is everyday life

I filled the safe up from cookin' the white

Fall out the pyrex the cake and the bowl

Used to the fame ya'll ain't taking my soul

Came in the game I was hot as a stove

Pour out some lean I'm trynna let it go

Rockin' Celine from her head to her toe

Fur on her back in the summer she cold

VVs gon' light up and glisten they glow

Blinding your eyesight you never gon' see

Came out the 6 d**n my diamonds on fleek

I made a mil' in the middle of the week

I sell a chicken in the middle of the street

When I drop a tape the murder rate increase

F**k all that poppin' I stay with some bands

Shawty so yellow she stay with a tan

Diamonds on me got some rocks on my hand

F**k the police gotta stay with the can

I drop the top off a regular Wraith

Shawty on Perc this a drug addict date

I got the torch I can't give it away

Ain't no remorse you get hit in the face

Check out the way I be glistenin' yah

Four-door Bugatti you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe I'm more realer than y'all

F**k my new case I'm more realer than y'all

Ace by the case I'm more realer than y'all

Sleep with the 'K I'm more realer than y'all

A regular day I'm more chiller than y'all

Diamonds on freeze ain't gon never thaw out

N**gas talk sh*t ain't gon never be found

Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count

F**k all this Tussin this Act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up ain't no f**kin' around

We get that guap ain't no f**kin' around

Four-door Bugatti you mention a G

Brand new Millennium might hit the streets

I stacked it up get to havin' a feast

I racked it up like Serena with me

Like it's Venus with me got the Nina with me

We screaming Freebandz this money ain't free

I cook it up I'ma cook up a key

When I cook up a key I'ma charge you a fee

I did it first it ain't none but a trend

Swerve on a curb it ain't none but a Benz

I was on 2 then I took it to 10

Keep in one thou rep the gang in the pen

Shoot at the police ain't comin' back home

Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong

Get to that money that's all I condone

Shoot at your top you ain't f**kin' with homes

We hit the block had a bag full of stones

Jugged off a bale before I made a song

They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on

I'm not a failure I'm deep in my zone

Paraphernalia I serve you a chrome

Super exclusive when I put it on

We gettin' zooted where I'm comin' from

Toastin' that lean like it's Dom Perignon

Check out the way I be glistenin' yah

Four-door Bugatti you mention me yah

Diamonds they drapped in my portfoli-yah

Fill up a safe I'm more realer than y'all

F**k my new case I'm more realer than y'all

Ace by the case I'm more realer than y'all

Sleep with the 'K I'm more realer than y'all

A regular day I'm more chiller than y'all

Diamonds on freeze ain't gon never throw out

N**gas talk sh*t ain't gon never be found

Countin' it up and I'm losin' the count

F**k all this Tussin this Act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up ain't no f**kin' around

We get that guap ain't no f**kin' around

Yeah young rich n**ga f**kin' bad b**ches

That's all I know that's all I know

It's sad to say that