They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
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And I'm too real for these hoes
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With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
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Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
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They say I'm too real for my city
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I'm too real with that flow
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And we be in that Audi getting low
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Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low
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We getting, we getting low
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I'm not a god, somebody lied
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I got apostles in the car
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And they all are willing to rid
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We uptown around Dyckman
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Riding around with them dyke chicks
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And they both bad and they both mad
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Because usually they don't like dick
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I'm in a Brietling with no bling
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Cause diamonds in my thing
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And the chick I wipe down, I won't wife now
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Now that bitch don't get no ring
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I'm the Jefe and I live in the city the Jets claim
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I was always a fan of the Knicks
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So I'll never be sitting
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And watching the Nets game
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The best thing in the city except Jay
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My middle finger been touching my ring finger
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There's a thin line for love and hate
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My father left when I was young
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And made my mother wait
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That filled me up with hunger
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Now I don't eat till mother straight
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While y'all been spending money on them colleges
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We bought so many bottles
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We could piss away a scholarship
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My money loud, that's why them bitches get to hollering
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It's quiet if it isn't bringing dollars in
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They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
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And I'm too real for these hoes
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With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
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Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
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They say I'm too real for my city
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I'm too real with that flow
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And we be in that Audi getting low
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Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low
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We getting, we getting low
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And my day job is that night life
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I got no shame, I got no regrets
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I never gave a fuck about hindsight
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And play no games it's still my life
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We'll be rolling around like a highlight
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And I roll around with them lowlifes
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And we all are living that high life
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Riding around in that V
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Hiding a pound in my jeans
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Getting the women you wishing you hitting
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And then I be sliding them down to they knees
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I am the one Razor blade under the tongue
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Never would talk to the judge
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Up in the Roc to get in the hospital
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Where the doctors pumping my lungs
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Pumping my lungs, pumping my lungs
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And I never gotta show and prove
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I show improvement
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And my crew is like a fucking GPS
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We showing movement, right?
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Too busy making decisions to make excuses
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If nobody tryna use you
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That prove to me that you useless
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I'm my own fucking business
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Homey I pay myself
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I don't ever choose cause hard decisions
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Tend to make themselves
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If you hate on me now
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It's cause you hate yourself
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All I ever follow is the paper trail
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They say I'm too real for these fuck boys
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And I'm too real for these hoes
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With a bad bitch with that good she getting low
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Aha yeah she getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low, low
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They say I'm too real for my city
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I'm too real with that flow
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And we be in that Audi getting low
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Aw yeah we getting low, low, low
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Hell yeah we getting low, low
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We getting, we getting low
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Low
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Emilio Rojas |