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[Intro: Trae tha Truth]

For real, for real

For real, for real

[Bridge: Trae tha Truth]

Countin' money kinda hard

Got me feelin' like a star

Niggas wanna see me scarred

So I got somethin' in the car

Way too many niggas fraud

Hatin' me like it's a job

I'll be damned if I get robbed

'Cause I'ma send they ass to God

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk]

For real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real, for real

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]

Niggas hate, I got it locked

In these streets they say I'm hot

Bein' real'll get you got

Probably somethin' that you're not

I just got another Glock

Tell the plug I need another block

And I don't fuck with niggas

Niggas get you popped

That's why I'm on the block with hundreds and a stock

Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain't fo' it

Play it like I'm Curry, how could you ignore it?

Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it

Me? I'm doin' me, it's somethin' that's important

I rep for Houston like Whitney, nigga

Boy in the hood, ain't no Ricky, nigga

Tryna picture what Audemar fit me, nigga

Might just buy the whole spot 'cause I'm picky, nigga

Me and [?] gon' ride for life

He make a call, I'm jumpin' out my body

Somebody get hit, we like Illuminati

We push it and kick it like we do karate

Now who they gon' try?

Tell 'em to fly and I can get'em the crash

Bitch, if it's pressure, better get your cash

Fuck nigga, cut it, I ain't talkin' grass

[Bridge: Trae tha Truth]

I'm from a place where shit gets hard

Everybody out wanna be stars

One on my waist, and got one in the car

Ain't no fear, tryin' not to get scarred

Why so many niggas turn out fraud?

Fuck niggas on a full-time job

Slip up, might turn out robbed

Pissed off, now I'm talkin' to God

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk]

For real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real, for real

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

Realist nigga nothin' less

I'm the streets and you a guest

All that hatin' got you stressed

Bitch, hate on me and get ya pressed

I just got my sack up on everybody

Might pull up trippin' with everybody

Clear the block, get my clip out on everybody

Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody

Ain't no time to try to talk and finesse

Disrespect and I'll be at yo' address

If I go to work, I'll bring it right to yo desk

Ain't no H and O, I take it right to you chest

Let you make it, nigga, how?

You only trap what I allow

King wit' it nigga, bow

Fuck next, I was now

Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand

If we don't lock up, I take it to your man

Do what I want all day, I have a plan

I'm from the west, I get you where you stand

Sick of niggas playin' foul

Teach a nigga like a lecture

Run a chopper 'til it catch ya

Might just end up on a stretcher

[Bridge: Trae tha Truth]

Countin' money kinda hard

Got me feelin' like a star

Niggas wanna see me scarred

So I got somethin' in the car

Way too many niggas fraud

Hatin' me like it's a job

I'll be damned if I get robbed

'Cause I'ma send they ass to God

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Lil Durk]

For real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real (For real)

For real, for real, for real, for real