Sincerest Don - The Real Back lyrics

{Verse 1} I really may do Star for the rest of my life All them nights, rollin the dice Tusslin over the price Everytime I’m in the freeze I can hear the whispers Guess they curious, if I’m goin ball like Kerry Kittles Ain’t no riddle, ain’t no gimmicks I need a M n*gga Rap roids, throwing weight up in the gym n*gga Ask around, ain’t no blemish, I ain’t them n*igga Without a arm, I’ll spit this sh*t F*ck a lim ni**a Every price, we paid that Plug love fella La Chauler fly as sh*t, & make the broads zealous I was doing margiela Fair catching p’s, Andy Reid Best O through the air, Va done evеr seen At least when going green, that was my recipе Coaching pieces wit integrity, lasted my legacy And if you showed flaw then, you been dead to me And if you ever ran off, you a memory Christian Louboutin Just to show, I’m truly a Don Closet look like Ssence, kicks from sneakercon She use to call my bluff Now she like Sin wassup, just her luck She made the cut, but ain’t goin say too much... (wasted talent) (Hook-x2) All i keep hearing is Sin bring the real back I put my city inna front, they gotta feel that Don’t get me confused wit these fools, this is real rap For keeping it more than 100, I need a mill back {Verse 2} Time flies, we survived, prayers to the sky Slapping fives, everytime we beat a 3-9 I ain’t wrote my dawg none, but he eating good And he know I’ll give him my last, so we understood No more chasing jugs Now it’s bout some real money This life i live goin make these people type up a deal for me The real only, relate to being down on your dick No pot to piss, pockets funny Glad i turned on my switch It’s hit or miss where I’m hailing from Ni*gas be young Body dropping from that carbon drum I had to jump on interstates to solidify my funds Feds ran 1-3-1’s I was Kendrick Nunn Southpaw shootin, wit a harden pump And I can bargain some Grower tossing Seahawks I’m Steve largent son You must ain’t check the margin huh Near stacks up Tyson 2 to match my confidence And still a ni**a to the field or octagon My portfolio reads, a made N*gga Who had to make em believe Chopping 16’s down like trees Once i roll up my sleeves, Alexander McQueen Made broads sweat out they weaves (Hook-x2) All i keep hearing is Sin bring the real back I put my city inna front, they gotta feel that Don’t get me confused wit these fools, this is real rap For keeping it more than 100, I need a mill back