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letra de real problems - tycucr

[intro:]
white, green, blue, gold
the strong survive, (oooh yea eh eh, ooo yea eh) the weak will fold
blood, sweat, tears and all… success a must when you refuse to fall!
yea.. yea..

[verse 1:]
you ain’t gotta read between the lines just to get it n-gga
it’s black and white; if you my dog then i’m gone split it with ya
i’m from a cold place on the map, where your homies get you
and n-ggas turn rat, but i see right through a phony n-gga
we do drugs just to ease our pain!
i done seen so many n-ggas switch and sh-t on my name!
how i call yo -ss my brotha, wouldn’t expect you to change?
looked around, tried pointin fingers, i was the only one to blame
d-mn shame, i put my trust in you
you came around un-easy hearts, they ain’t really f-ck with you
i made it easy, made everybody feel comfortable
you showed yo true colors, it had me feelin touchable
now i can’t f-ck with you, it’s up with you…
i’m ridin’ round my city clutchin, we get it bussin
heat this b-tch up like we boilin somethin, won’t stop for nothin
i hit big bro, he drop the ball, it ain’t no chill, he comin…
he push da b-tton… we war ready and we can’t go for nothin
see look… i was poppin perc 10’s, i couldn’t get sleep
nowadays these n-ggas lyin for a retweet
drop a pin on our location… b-tch ain’t no sweet feet
everybody with me, really that. so check yo lips please

[chorus:]
i got real problems!
and i don’t know how the h-ll i’m gone solve em!
that site it ain’t pretty when you look up from the bottom
i’m tryna reach them heights where all this sh-t just look colossal! x2

[verse 2:]
you let a b-tch have yo location, boy you janky as sh-t
you know like i know, she gave us all of them locations to hit
i came in this b-tch with some new life, this is real as it gets
riddle me this, y’all sendin hits, n0body dyin?…
who lied in this b-tch?
i’m cold with this sh-t, its like a river how i flow with this sh-t
i told my granny, “won’t let you down.” i see her ghost when i spit
demons keep dancin around, they want my soul… i’m legit!
score blow his opps down by the pound, he ain’t ever turned down no hit
i sound like durkio when his song cry
i’m a star! just gotta make it past these small guys
i looked up, prayed on a star but then the star died
it’s like you don’t want me to eat but b-tch i’m sick of bein a small fry!

- tycucr

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