Fuck niggas it’s a full time job
I just got another Glock
Bitch hate on me and get ya pressed
[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
You only trap what I allow
Disrespect and I’ll be at yo’ address
Niggas wanna see me scored

Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain’t fo’ it
So I got something in the car
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
Realist nigga nothin’ less
Me I’m doin’ me, it’s something that’s important
Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga
Fuck nigga cut it, I ain’t talkin grass
For Real, For Real, For Real
Run a chopper ’til it catch ya
I’ll be damned if I get rolled
Sick of niggas playin foul
Want some millions, turn out some hard
Play it like I’m Curry, how could you ignore it
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Countin’ money, count the hard
Hatin’ got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it
King wit it nigga, bow
Cuz I’m a send they ass to God
Fuck next I was now
Tell the plug I need another block
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
If we don’t lock up I take it to your man
Pissed off now I’m talking to God
[Bridge: Trae The Truth]
I’m the streets and you a guest
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Tell them to fly and I can get’em the crash
Clear the block and my clip out on everybody
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga
Niggas get you popped
In these streets they say I’m hot
Countin’ money, count the hard
Cuz I’m a send they ass to God
Slip up, might turn up robbed

[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]

For Real, For Real, For Real
If I go to work, I’ll bring it right to yo desk
For Real (For Real)
And I don’t fuck with niggas
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
That’s why I’m on the block wit hundreds and a stock
We push it and kick it like we do karate
Bein’ Real a’ get you got
Hatin’ me like it’s a joke

[Bridge: Trae The Truth]
Hatin’ me like it’s a joke
For Real, For Real, For Real
Somebody get hit we like Illuminati
Let you make it nigga, how?

For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
I just got my sack up on everybody
Probably something that you’re not

For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)

For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Now who they gon’ try
Got me feelin’ like a star
One on my waist, and got one in the car
He make a call I’m jumpin’ out my body
Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Got me feelin’ like a star
I’ll be damned if I get rolled
For Real, For Real
For Real, For Real
For Real (For Real)
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Ain’t no time to try to talk and finesse
Way too many niggas fraud
All that hatin’ got you stressed
Might pull up trippin with everybody
Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand
So I got something in the car
I’m from the west I get you where you stand
Might just end up on a stretcher
Ain’t no fear, tryin’ not to get scored
Boy N Da Hood, ain’t no Ricky nigga
Do what I want all day I have a plan
Might just buy the whole spot cuz I’m picky nigga
Niggas hate I got it locked

Me and [?]
Ain’t no H and O I take it right to you chest
Way too many niggas fraud
[?] better get your cash
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Niggas wanna see me scored
For Real (For Real)
I’m from a place where shit get hard
Everybody out wanna be stars
Teach a nigga like a lecture
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]