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Forreal (Explicit) - EST Gee
Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ronnie O'Bannon
Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Ronnie O'Bannon
Lucci
How you feel
Yeah
FOREVEROLLING
Lucci
How you feel
N***as wanna be like me
They can't even drop they nuts for real
S**t got bad for team
They never came through in the clutch for real
N***as dropped that change on me
I really ain't give a f**k for real
Y'all n***as not tough for real
Thuggin'
It's a must I kill
I can quit today
But I don't think the game would love me still
I tried everything to ease my pain
I don't think nothin' real
Ridin' with somethin' that spit 7 62s like it's from Summerhill
I won't leave no trace
Put on my mask and gloves before I drill
I can't lose
I made a deal
Signed and sealed
I'm made for real
Gamblin' with my life
Still tryna get high
I heard they makin' pills
Signed a deal and really made my livin'
Water whippin'
Keep the blender
I'm the realest
Most these n***as out here not that
Ain't no rules
We can't find you
We hittin' where your b***h shop at
My opps put they cap on for so long
Turned to a top hat
Name one ain't been shot at
I'm really the big dog
Crack the window drivin'
You'll get sick ridin' with that fentanyl
Sweatin'
I'm havin' withdrawals
Lord
Please take this pain from me
Wars be everything but free
Every time I came in town
I made sure somethin' get laid to sleep
Back then
On a dangerous street
Before I left the 'spital
Made sure I got that pain back for me
N***as wanna be like me
They can't even drop they nuts for real
S**t got bad for team
They never came through in the clutch for real
N***as dropped that change on me
I really ain't give a f**k for real
Y'all n***as not tough for real
Thuggin'
It's a must I kill
I can quit today
But I don't think the game would love me still
I tried everything to ease my pain
I don't think nothin' real
Ridin' with somethin' that spit 7 62s like it's from Summerhill
I won't leave no trace
Put on my mask and gloves before I drill
How you question me like I don't keep this s**t in order
You say it's love
Then trap all day
But you ain't put nothin' on his lawyer
I'm enormous
Money hoarder
Known to get 'cross the border
Servin' water
Drought made it eight a 'bow for us with no shortage
Out here
I'm like Jordan
All of us get a portion playin' for EST
They feel like I owe 'em
I'ma show 'em if they play with me
I can't show no fake love
Barely speak
I heard he hatin' on me
Me and Jairmy bought a pint for cheap
We drink an eight a piece
I know ain't no savin' me
Headshot
Think 'bout takin' me
They only wan' fake beef on IG
Tryna get some fame from me
Actors
They need Oscars
I'm the dada from Riata Street
I trust Boppa to raise my sons up proper the day I D-I-E
N***as wanna be like me
They can't even drop they nuts for real
S**t got bad for team
They never came through in the clutch for real
N***as dropped that change on me
I really ain't give a f**k for real
Y'all n***as not tough for real
Thuggin'
It's a must I kill
I can quit today
But I don't think the game would love me still
I tried everything to ease my pain
I don't think nothin' real
Ridin' with somethin' that spit 7 62s like it's from Summerhill
I won't leave no trace
Put on my mask and gloves before I drill
Brrt
