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letra de real 1 - thereal g.e

(hook)
i be rhyming insane, i be making these flames
x ray eyes be looking at hidden ways
don’t tryna come up to me, wit that lying face
so move on, throw it long gone
i only got the time for the real 1’s
cus i’m a real 1

(thereal g.e: verse)
ain’t no cap (no cap)
i say what i say
realest sh-t coming up, no fake
caption that
no game to play
wit the already written mission (written mission)
ain’t no slack (no slack)
no time
to react
for bs
so i adapt
i evolve
remember that (remember that)
timе for the money, grind season (yah)
cеnter gravity wit automatic transmission
seeing through the imposter, copy, faulty body, that’s ma vision (that’s my vision)
bars
more real than the n-ggas wit em fake triggers (yah)
claiming they be getting big figures (figures)
while really they be laying, dreaming (ah)
misled capper’s (capper’s)
wanna come up wit some bigger (bigger)
rapping fake sh-t like an addiction (addiction)
new, born rapper
boutta climb the ladder steaming, no restrictions
boutta get recognition wit this new edition
everybody boutta feel the ignition
(hahah)
after they listen
(it’s fire season)
(hook)
i be rhyming insane, i be making these flames
x ray eyes be looking at hidden ways
don’t tryna come up to me, wit that lying face
so move on, throw it long gone
i only got the time for the real 1’s
cus i’m a real 1

(jabbar hakeem: verse 2)
i know that they patiently waiting for me to drop (yeah)
i got nothing but heat in stock
i been through the struggle i hustled i seen a lot (aah)
if you support me it means a lot (yeah)
when you come from the bottom its different to reach the top
i shoot my shot i don’t need a glock (facts)
bout my dough & my cheese like a pizza shop
you can hit up my line if you need to cop (brr)
said that pack in the mail it’s gone (it’s gone)
i might tax you for shipping & handling (tax)
really felt like a quarterback up in that field
just to make me a play i was scrambling (omg)
i pull up for that paper no talking or rambling
cut me that check then i’m vanishing
if you know you dont got it don’t act like you got it
stop cappin you popped & you panicking
see i came from the mud im so thankful i made it out
it ain’t too much to complain about
i just signed my name on a check for a great amount
im finna fill up my bank account
i carry a big bag i’m like the mailman
cus i stay on a paper route
go get you some money you dummy
you still broke cus you rather be chasing clout
i ain’t nothing like none of these rappers (nah)
way too different it ain’t no comparison (facts)
see you probably be thinking you nice
but you trash & the music you make is embarrassing
b-tch i’m a real one (omg)
(hook)
i be rhyming insane, i be making these flames
x ray eyes be looking at hidden ways
don’t tryna come up to me, wit that lying face
so move on, throw it long gone
i only got the time for the real 1’s
cus i’m a real 1

(outro)
g.e out

- thereal g e

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