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letra de real to the grave - rubberbandshawty

[chorus]
i can’t do the fake
a real n-gga till the grave
i’m out here hustling for days
i been trapping same jays
tell angela yee, come interview me
she gone see my ass making some plays
all about my chips that’s lays
my b-tch say i’m stuck in my ways
my plug he keep on sending sh-t
they like “i thought it was limited”
i aiint write this down, f-ck penmanship
as a youngin was always in some sh-t
grandma always told me i was special
said i was gone get rich
street money aiint gone last forever gotta go legit
[verse]
check out this little light show on my neck
i grind for all of this
supposed to be on xxl, but i aiint make the list
you know how this industry is, n-gga it’s politics
six cell phonеs i still won’t call a b-tch
your hoe done ran into al, now she wanna call it quits
i just got somе spits, aiint even hit
so i don’t think you should trip
i gotta get, cuzzo out them trenches
where he aiint got to tote a stick
and that little sh-t you put on his head
i spent that on some kicks
i had to go ice my neck, now i’m a go ice my wrist
told myself i’m done with lean, i quit
and then i took a sip
told my b-tch, right after this lil flip
we gone go take a trip
told my dog, stay out of jail
but i got his bail, he go back again [free feddi]

- rubberbandshawty

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