Trae tha Truth – FrFr (feat. Lil Durk)

Somebody get hit we like Illuminati
I just got my sack up on everybody
King wit it nigga, bow
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Hatin’ me like it’s a joke
Tell the plug I need another block
Niggas hate I got it locked
Realist nigga nothin’ less
I’m from the west I get you where you stand
So I got something in the car

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Want some millions, turn out some hard
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)

[?] better get your cash
Let you make it nigga, how?
Might just buy the whole spot cuz I’m picky nigga
That’s why I’m on the block wit hundreds and a stock

Everybody out wanna be stars
One on my waist, and got one in the car
Probably something that you’re not
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Fuck niggas it’s a full time job
For Real (For Real)

Now who they gon’ try
Disrespect and I’ll be at yo’ address
All that hatin’ got you stressed
Fuck nigga cut it, I ain’t talkin grass
Clear the block and my clip out on everybody
Got me feelin’ like a star
I’ll be damned if I get rolled
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
Bein’ Real a’ get you got
Bitch hate on me and get ya pressed
You only trap what I allow
And I don’t fuck with niggas
Me and [?]
Fuck next I was now
Niggas wanna see me scored
Me I’m doin’ me, it’s something that’s important
Slip up, might turn up robbed
If I go to work, I’ll bring it right to yo desk
He make a call I’m jumpin’ out my body
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]

[Bridge: Trae The Truth]

I’m from a place where shit get hard
For Real, For Real, For Real
Might pull up trippin with everybody
Way too many niggas fraud

Do what I want all day I have a plan
So I got something in the car
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Cuz I’m a send they ass to God
For Real, For Real, For Real
[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Might just end up on a stretcher
If we don’t lock up I take it to your man
Cuz I’m a send they ass to God
Run a chopper ’til it catch ya
I’m the streets and you a guest
Niggas get you popped
For Real, For Real
Boy N Da Hood, ain’t no Ricky nigga
I’ll be damned if I get rolled
I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga
Hatin’ got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it
Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody
Play it like I’m Curry, how could you ignore it
Pissed off now I’m talking to God
Countin’ money, count the hard
Ain’t no fear, tryin’ not to get scored
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real
Way too many niggas fraud
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
Teach a nigga like a lecture
Hatin’ me like it’s a joke
For Real, For Real
Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga

Niggas wanna see me scored
Sick of niggas playin foul
For Real (For Real)
[Bridge: Trae The Truth]
Ain’t no time to try to talk and finesse
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
We push it and kick it like we do karate
Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain’t fo’ it
Ain’t no H and O I take it right to you chest
For Real (For Real)
Tell them to fly and I can get’em the crash
I just got another Glock
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
Got me feelin’ like a star
In these streets they say I’m hot
Countin’ money, count the hard