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letra de real rap - og boo dirty

[intro]
ah
woo
real rap

[verse 1]
it’s just me myself and i my grandma told me
f— a friend mane them n-ggas ain’t ya homies
no matter what you don’t trust s— and keep it on ya
they bit my swag wanna be just like me tried to clone me
i’m a south memphis baby i was born in the slums
my daddy always had paper guess i’m the son of a don
16 brothers n-gga i was already born in the game
one on my mama side and that n-gga out here doin’ his thing
cyber truck juice
i love you n-gga salute
i’m like f— what we done been through i’m dyin’ about juice
my mama told me get my bread anyway these n-ggas gonе hate
and i be d—ed soon as i walk up you can see it on thеir face
when we have family problems i try to stay away
and pray for everybody hope they have a better day
i use to resort to violence now i take the better way
see real men cry you can see it on my face
it’s all good n-gga you can cry

[skit]
you know i ain’t gone never put my pressure on n0body
i’m a real man
n-gga i can take whatever come to me
yeah
the god way
my chin up and my chest out n-gga
only way a n-gga can do it
i know what i signed up for when i did this s— n-gga
a street n-gga won’t be a street n-gga forever
nah for real
ah
double o
real rap
[verse 2]
i miss my n-gga body bag he use to make me laugh
i’m still sheddin’ tears from gutta y’all dont know the half
catch me ridin’ solo with a backwood in the air
just talkin’ to myself like i’m the realest n-gga left
they want to see me bust that chopper and gone crash on em
they want me in a jumpsuit nah i’ll pa– on it
mane my b—- just caught me cheatin’ so we ain’t spoke in 3 days
she in her feelings f— it i’m trappin’ same clothes for 3 days
you know this struggle s— just in me no need to write about it
n-gga i ain’t arguin’ bout no b—- no need to fight about it
or lose your life about it cause that’ what’s gone happen
you can try me if you want to i swear to god i’m gone get active
don’t make this arp sing like it’s karaoke night
that boy b—- performin’ on this d-ck spittin’ like it’s open mic
tell me how you just sit back and watch yo n-gga starve
like d— oh well he must be blind he got me thinkin’ he ray charles
pop a perc and smoke some dope just to keep me from cryin’
when i’m out in public i keep a smile n0body asks if i’m fine
whenever they need me i stop what i’m doin’ just to make sure they fine
whenever i call they leave me hurt every m-th-f—–’ time
every m-th-f—–’ time

[outro]:
like i ain’t gone lie dog
it’s so much m-th-f—– pain in me n-gga
y’all just don’t understand
i come through every m-th-f—– time
n-ggas act like they don’t even see me
that’s ight though
keep goin’ boo
you know what you doin’ boo
don’t let these n-ggas see you break a sweat
we ain’t built like that
you the realest n-gga left
real rap

- og boo dirty

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