Fat Trel - It's Real lyrics

[Hook] It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way It's so real, it's so real round my way [Verse 1] I'm at the plaza, on hundred five b**h a** n***a better run and hide We finna hit dat spot tonight Guaranteed , have my gun inside Guarenteed have your ho's with us Baby momma and lil' sister Don't act like you don't wanna smoke with us Talking paper, we deal with you Used to have too much patience f** humble, I'm done waiting Specialize in farm raising f** tazing, I'm gun raising Gun control my nuts, ho I'm strapped up and my nuts low Yeah, I let them sh**s hang I mean why should I give a f**, fo? My n***a dead and his momma crying Hundred dollar bills I gotta find Politician do a lot of lyin Street n***a do a lot of crime Give a f** how y'all hoes feel Have all the bread or it's no deal b**h n***a better be so chill Cause round my way is so real [Hook] [Verse 2] Stretch the deal, shake it real, p**y n***as get k**ed Elementary recruit, second grade in the field Third grade on the block, fourth grade popping pill Fifth grade popping still, sixth grade, he got k**ed When I hit the seventh grade I started f**ing for real f**in b**hes in hallways and gambling all day f** me up in UUV when I touched the eighth grade Same time Sweepy introduced me to Ace of Spades Drop core, stunting, middle finger to ninth grade College could never bring me the dollars the nights gave Travel to California, my new b**h is wife made Ripping up the swishers, me and Chip are in the hot grades [Hook]