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Fiend

"Getting Real"

[Intro]
Yeah, haha
My n*gga Soulja Slim in this b*tch
(Fiend in this b*tch)
[?] a soulja now, f*ck that
We going to war, n*gga
(n*ggas tryna be you, dog)
We bring it
(n*ggas can't f*cking hang)
How we singing, this sh*t's real
(sh*t's about to get hot in this b*tch)
n*ggas better guard their grill
Let these motherf*ckers know what the deal is
(Wake the f*ck up)

[Verse 1]
Y'all can't compare me with no n*gga you know
[?] hit the floor when you hear my flow, woe
It's not the realest sh*t I ever wrote
That [?] I ever smoke around n*ggas, that's cut throat
Gotta be on my P's and Q's cause n*ggas hatin'
n*ggas that I used to f*ck with, don't wanna see me make it
Rapping is my occupation, respect that
I left the game where it's at but if I want to, I can go back
But no, I can't be around no dope
Flashbacks to bad habits doing bad and selling soap
Bricks all in my throat, caked that coke up my nose
When I can make money, f*ck hoes just by getting a couple of blows
And stay in condos and slam luxury doors
Everything got [?] and paid for
Won't have it no other way, another day another baller
Shot caller, big pistol [?] with back against the wall
sh*t, [?] put that all up on [?] daughter
f*ck with this No Limit sh*t, you put me off in that water
sh*t, I used to snort a quarter, but now I only smoke blunts
Cause I get on that other level and don't know my do's and dont's
sh*t's getting real

[Hook]
sh*t's getting real, you better guard your grill
Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real
sh*t's getting real
sh*t's getting real, you better guard your grill
Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real
sh*t's getting real
sh*t's getting real, you better guard your grill
Cause if you fake, you can't feel we real
sh*t's getting real
sh*t's getting real, you better guard your grill
Cause real n*ggas, can feel what we feel
sh*t's getting real

[Verse 2: Fiend]
[?]
I'm known as dangerous so Fiend became a name for this
[?] for this, so I can get the change for this
[?] executive [?]
I got a little something put you on the map
From the attack, villains stacking
[?]
Remove the keys of the night
[?]
Had weed on that pipe instead of that white with a fight
Now you're dealing with my dog that don't bark when they bite
[?] get it right
And remember, it ain't personal
And every single sick [?] believe me was rehearsable
Out [?]
[?] better put some dirt in you
Hoping that [?] walk in with the chills
Get the money and [?]
Trying to get paid for a kill
Releasing these really reals
Fiend and [?], No Limits navy seal

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Time to watch them n*ggas
Got to hit the streets again
Got a wake up call y'all, so I'm [?]
Housed in, it's all about this gangsta sh*t
See the b*tch ride a b*tch
Spank the b*tch [?]
Up early in the morning, first [?] hit the block
I got a pot full of rocks with two fat ass Glocks
[?] see these n*ggas peeping me out
[?] window blowing weed out
[?] n*ggas all G'd out
So I up these b*tches
n*ggas better count every blessing
[?] debt
Well they can't pass me, I got [?]
[?] everyday, ain't nothing gonna change
Still watching them n*ggas lose their brain over a ho ass game
The more I change, I beat em
[?] when I see them
[?] see the heater
I'm hitting black lines after I see them

[Hook]

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