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Realest Shit I Wrote

 

Realest Shit I Wrote

(album: Salute Me, Shoot Me 4: Banned From America - 2012)


[Hook:]
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
My best friend I grew up was strung out on coke
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
Why everybody I with grew up down the road
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
All my hits I made till today I never wrote
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
I've been through so much shit
I could stand in the rain and ill soke so pray that I don't go wrong

[Verse 1:]
I've been through so much shit lord please don't let me go bro
I'm from Clay County we don't yawn niggas don't die ho
Turn up
They don't ride no country nigga
They don't ride I'm from Clay county nigga
I came from nothing but the song
And now all these niggas wanting somethin
When I was young I got the dollar menu and some noddles nigga
When it come to shoes every six months
Me and my brothers got a new pair
I'm blessed to be standing here

[Hook:]
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
My best friend I grew up was strung out on coke
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
Why everybody I with grew up down the road
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
All my hits I made till today I never wrote
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
I've been through so much shit
I could stand in the rain and not so pray that I don't go wrong

[Verse 2:]
Come on help 'em come on come on check
Hundred thousand in my mail box
Bless my niggas locked up in a box
I could never be a snitch man don't finger cops
This the realest shit I ever wrote
Lord want my child best for strung I go cold
I'm just looking for some answers
I'm just looking for some answers
They kill my daddy kill my mother
Bust my auntie cuff
Get the HIV then took my bitch away from me
So I'm popping pills, drinking liquor, smoking weed
'Cause I'm stressed out mentally

[Hook:]
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
My best friend I grew up was strung out on cold
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
Why everybody I went grew up down the road
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
All my hits I made till today I never wrote
Now this the realest shit I ever wrote
I've been through so much shit
I could stand in the rain and not so pray that I don't go wrong

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