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letra de really us - styles p

[intro]
tough as nails
f-ckin’ you up

[verse 1]
yeah, it’s gangster in my dna (gangster)
but i’m a hippie, that gets trippy
and if i’m paranoid, i’ll blow you a few feet away
the trinity’s one-third
you’re absurd, gun in your mouth like a cuss word
mother made ’em and mother had ’em so f-ck her
this the pain train and i’m the conductor
you wanna harm a man? well, i’m the instructor
ghost, dawg
not forrest whitaker, just the hardest literature
even though i don’t write sh-t (get it?)
check it
if i gotta put you in check
i’ma load up and shoot you out that night sh-t
or maybe them three stripes ’cause ain’t no three strikes
’cause the ghost ain’t the type to really like sh-t (i don’t like sh-t), yeah
and your man get clapped too ’cause he was standin’ on the side tryna hype sh-t
f-ck him

[chorus]
we ain’t doin’ no actin’, this is really us
n-gg-s just be rappin’, they ain’t really tough
got money and we still chasin’ plenty bucks
and if it goes down, my n-gg-s gon’ let that semi bust
we ain’t doin’ no actin’, this is really us
n-gg-s just be rappin’, they ain’t really tough
got money and we still chasin’ plenty bucks
and if it goes down, my n-gg-s gon’ let that semi bust

[post-chorus]
when you gettin’ that money, you keep that semi tucked (uh-huh)
if you gettin’ that money, you let that semi bust

[verse 2]
word to aaron jones, gangster in my dna (uncle a)
and i’m a gentlemen, n-gg-, i’m good either way (true)
i’ll help an old lady cross the street today
and still keep a k in case a bug n-gg- need some spray (brrt)
on these rappers, i ain’t takin’ it easy
applyin’ pressure on these n-gg-s, i’ma make ’em believe me (real rap)
in the kitchen like i’m bakin’ some ziti
give you a nice clean platter of some bars, either take me or leave me (boogie)
i promise i ain’t nothin’ like these pitiful guys (nothin’)
these rappers is nerds, actin’ like they criminal minds (uh-huh)
they don’t like to tellin’ the truth, all these n-gg-s just lie (facts)
seemed like the rap game turned to the wizard of oz
think about it, n-gg-s walk around, ain’t got no smarts (true)
n-gg-s lookin’ all hard but ain’t got no heart (real sh-t)
n-gg-s walk around dressin’ like a full b-tch, man? (ew)
but f-ck ’em, i’ma just make sure that i’m a rich man (cash out)

[post-chorus]
when you gettin’ that money, you keep that semi tucked
if you gettin’ that money, you let that semi bust

[verse 3]
i’m a gangsta (ghost), you ain’t one
you gon’ have red on your face, this ain’t a paint gun
girl standin’ next to you, bet she gon’ faint, son
i ain’t seen a rapper alive i wouldn’t take from (i ain’t)
know i get stoned the minute that f-ckin’ dank come
only god get higher than me (only god)
if i ain’t make the rules up, they ain’t applyin’ to me (uh-uh)
yeah, i’m buyin’ and i’m firin’ weed
like my gun, get the message (get the message)
do not stand there, wanna test it? get sent to the essence
try to touch the stars and the crescents (yeah)
tell the angels that the ghost send his blessings (blessings)
first one to show you that iron sh-t (see?)
and the first one to tell you that i ain’t sh-t (i ain’t sh-t)
so show-and-tell could have you on some dyin’ sh-t
but i’d rather live life on some high-end sh-t (i’d rather)
act sophisticated, bougie, buyin’ sh-t, yeah

[post-chorus]
when you gettin’ that money, you keep that semi tucked
if you gettin’ that money, you let that semi bust

- styles p

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