Feat. Bun B & D-Boss
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I get no sleep (no sleep), but I get paid (I get paid)
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I play no games (no games), no I don't play (I don't play)
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Work all night (all night), work all day (all day)
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And that's why I'm real (I'm real) and you fake (you fake)
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I'm real, you fake (fake) I'm real, you fake (fake)
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'M real, you fake (fake) I'm real and you fake (yes!)
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I'm real, you fake (fake) I'm real, you fake (you fake)
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I'm real, you fake (fake) I'm gettin' this pay (yes!)
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I'm fifties and hundreds, you fives and tens (tens)
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I'm swangas on Cadillacs and AMG on Benz (Benz)
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You broked down on hub caps, catchin rides with your friends
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While I'm fuckin these hoes, having threesomes with twins (twins)
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My ice is crazy (crazy), your shit fugazy (faded)
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You're tricking for pussy, my bitches pay me
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My team is official, squad full of bosses (trip)
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Your team is suspect, y'all mickey mouses (racks)
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My two cups are money, you stretchin' the ace
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You whisper in silence, I see it to your face
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You call her your gall, I call her my hype
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Than I call her a cab, she don't never spend the night
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I'm in here, I been here, I don't plan on leaving (leaving)
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My crew's deep so don't sleep, we robbin' and theavin (theavin)
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We play hard and stay hard so there be no slackin' (slackin')
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I go live with that 45 you know I'll be packin (packin)
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I'm stacking that bread up (hard)
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Hold shit, I'm fed up (yeah I'm)
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You wanna ball with the big dogs you best get your bread up (come on!)
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From night time till sun up, hustle hard, stay one up
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My head down and my gun up, you want your issue than run up
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I'm trill and you're not real, so we can't be equal (equal)
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With one shot, you gon' drop and there be no sequel (sequel)
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Paul Wall that's my people (people)
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Better yet that's my fam (fam)
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So you best respect who he is (is)
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Than you best respect who I am Bitch!
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Big bucks I'm papered up with a taper cut in the A tub (tub)
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Haters mad they the cup while I'm sippin' purple out the liquor cup (drunk)
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Big bro got big doe and killer dro I'm thoed (thoed)
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You story tellin' and talking down, lieing to these hoes (stop lieing!)
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I'm out there on 4's and I'm down for all my bros (bros)
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I'm 'bout as real as they come 'till the day my casket close (close)
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I dominate like Tom Cruise and country fresh is my clothes (my clothes)
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These haters hate but I can't lose, I'm trill down to my toes (I'm trill)
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Hate the money, don't hate the man, got 50 grand on my person (ballin')
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One deep with two clips, I'm just as real in person (I'm trill)
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Gettin' twisted up like cursive, you mad over that cursin'
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I'm with Bun B and a Beamer and we grindin' out there workin' baby
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I'm Real You Fake
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| Paul Wall |
