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On The Real Lyrics - Artist : Ollie
Momma told me to play nice, but I'm havin' trouble with that
'Cause lotta people quick to talk about me when they ain't be knowin' the facts I thought it was pretty clear last time, I guess I'll just say it again You ain't got the passion, you ain't got the drive That's the reason why you will never win All you take is L's, this is show and tell Me and my folk, we been doin' well Peter Pan in the rap game God damn, I think I caught a spell I do not complain, we are not the same If I really wanted, I could say a name Used to be a fan, now you just a lame You will never get my money, not again, no, man! Feelin' like I might blow, I'm just takin' off these days like a Wright bro People used to tell me, "Stop dreaming, you a psycho" Hold up, wait a minute, really thinkin' they were right though, woo! Quick to criticize, I been on the rise, you been askin' why B-b-b-b-b-bye, I'm flyin' by I ain't comin' back, I ain't into that Really gettin' sick of everybody (-body) thinkin' (thinkin') they can rap Why you tryna be somethin' that you not? Gang, gang, gang, yeah, cool, stop You were never hot, you will never pop Every song you write, all they do is flop Tryin' not to laugh, this is not a task Said this what they want, I'm just givin' back You ain't gettin' ass, you just gettin' passed I just tell the truth, you will never last Me and my fans, we just like a team Either love or hate, there ain't in-between Busted on the scene, now I'm gettin' mean I just dropped a video last week Now they start to call, now they want a deal I been saying, "No, this is gettin' real" Old girls tryna tell me how they feel I don't want the crown, I just come to kill, woo! I can write a record a day, I never do play So get the fuck up outta my way It's gettin' hot right now, like I'm back in LA You backin' away, I'm backin' every word that I say Sick of bein' too nice like I've been my whole life You will never break me down, that's right This a lyrical beatdown, oh my, now they practically beggin' me sayin', "Please, why?" This for everybody back at home The ones who talk behind my back thinkin' I don't know Tryna throw me shade, I ain't even trip With all your respect, you ain't worth shit Wish that I could stop, now I'm near the top I don't need a chorus, I'ma let it rock I do not delay, I don't chase the guap I just keep it real, people call me Hop People call me this, people call me that I just took the team, put it on my back I don't ever slack, I been on attack I'm exactly what the rap game lacks When everyone claims to be real, that means somebody is lyin' I am not buyin' the shit you supplyin' You flashin' that money, I'm sittin' here dyin' 'Cause I ain't with it, I ain't really with it Had to say it twice incase you got it twisted Fuck the industry, this is the point they missin' Fans are like my label, there ain't competition Look at what is comin', hardly sayin' nothin' I just made a job outta what I'm lovin' Lotta rappers try and claim they really 'bout it Say they independent, but I really doubt it You should try and focus on your raps more instead of Instagram You are not the man Take a look at how you been treatin' fans Tried to be quiet, but I really can't I'm just goin' hard, tryna raise the bar You can spend that money, that won't get you far It's More Than Music, homie, and that's comin' from the heart That's comin' from the heart |
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