El RTNC - 4 The Real 1s lyrics

Hook (2x) No time for fake ones Just sippin' Brugal with my real ones Banana clip by the hip 'bout to peel one What the deal thun, tryna get this deal done [Verse 1: Oprime39] I ain't got time to waste... You corny rappers get smacked upside ya face Defying space- calculate the proper time and place To pop in your condo and get the combo to your safe You see me laced... we never late Ain't got no time for your corny debates On first dates shorties throw me fallac[io] Been on the grind son, now the struggle's imagininative Snatchin' ya b**h now she counting up stacks in the crib Cuz when it comes to getting bread You ain't the sharpest tool in the shed Most of my crew pump lead That's why we keep it in the black while you living in red Nightmares of having to beg got me staying ahead Cuz the money never been a factor When you're the benefactor Beneficial cuz we been official end of chapter I get praise from the pastor cuz he has to The master... chef the recipe for disaster Hook (2x) [Verse 2: Solace] Write with a chisel tip Pilot, so everything is sharp and fly Gold metal plated chest like the Karl Kani's On the rise, made it through the hardest times Looked me dead into my eyes but I saw the lies Saw the signs, caught the vibes, had to draw the lines Friends in disguise, or enemies on overtime? Always listen when the OG speak, cuz it be deep Concrete lessons from the street You walk to the butchers doorstep if you sheep Shellshocked blacked out couldn't keep it discrete Spittin' 16s, me and my man P! Standin' on my feet looking at him laying in a box sleep I saw him, I saw me... lost opportunities It's all G, learned a whole lot from Dru's euology Every breath past 20 was defeating the odds War scars, but believe in ourselves like we was Gods And never even seen a mirage, cuz we was hawks And now we defeating the odds, cuz we in charge