That For Real

[Intro]

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip)

(JT on the track again)

[Verse]

That's my fault, expectin' loyalty from niggas when really I should be mad at myself

I'm mad at myself, I was carryin' 'round a group of unloyal niggas on my back and just for them to stab me there

That's what I get, chasin' after friends that ain't cared

Now I'm tryna get the pin to where you stay and then I'm there

You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air

'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon' do to somebody else?

Can't let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y'all gon' fuck up the world

My pride to the side, playin' Barbie with my lil' girl

Couldn't see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl

I likе guns and roses, she like pistols and pеarls

That's my Russian roulette

Put a flower set on your neck

I'm here to protect you, baby

So I protect you, baby

See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy

So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby

I apologize so much and you so tired of the fussin'

Ain't gon' hide from the public how much I love this woman

Say you ain't white, you Russian, I'm just glad you ain't my cousin

That's the only thing gon' stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin'

Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date

We gon' talk over dinner and put everything on a plate

Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say

I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, a sniper movin' with grace

My plug went to jail, but I made a way

This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up, but I make it shake

I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga, looked up and I made you bae

And everything I got, I obtained goin' through pain

It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet my wifey in the club

It's just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug

I'm steady fuckin' hoes, you know you shouldn't have let me fuck

You wish you never loved, but it's too late 'cause you in love

I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt

I'm pushin' through the hurt, this shit a blessin' and a curse

You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs

I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all, that's when I'm worse

I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt

I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse

I don't second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky and I'm sure

I gave them chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were

Been too long on this curb, it's time to leave

All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything

I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek

Tried to spread me on the ground, so it's too late to squash the beef

Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry

I'm in the back seat, I ain't even gotta drive

But fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real

Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real