I dont beg for a deal
No doubt. Here's a hardcore rap song with cuss words, straight fire with raw emotion, grit, and attitude. ⚠️ Explicit lyrics ahead. 🎤 Title: "Too Real" (Verse 1) I don’t fake shit, I don’t play pretend, Fuck a fake friend, I don’t need to blend. I was down bad, had to hustle to eat, Now I’m up, bitch, got gold on my teeth. They was sleepin’ on me, now they beggin’ for verses, Now they cryin’ in the comments while I’m stackin' these curses. I ain't switch for the fame, I ain’t bow to a label, Put the truth in my bars, flip the beat like a table. (Hook) I’m too real, too raw, don’t care what you feel, Middle fingers to the sky, bitch, I rap what’s real. I got pain in my past, I got fire in my chest, Say my name with respect or get stomped like the rest. I’m too real, too hard, I don’t fold, don’t quit, Every rhyme that I spit got the soul of a hit. I got demons in my corner, but I ride with a plan, And I still talk my shit like the motherfuckin’ man. (Verse 2) Y’all flex on the ‘Gram, but your life in shambles, I was built through the struggle, walkin’ over hot candles. I don’t beg for a deal,
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No doubt. Here's a hardcore rap song with cuss words, straight fire with raw emotion, grit, and attitude. ⚠️ Explicit lyrics ahead. 🎤 Title: "Too Real" (Verse 1) I don’t fake shit, I don’t play pretend, Fuck a fake friend, I don’t need to blend. I was down bad, had to hustle to eat, Now I’m up, bitch, got gold on my teeth. They was sleepin’ on me, now they beggin’ for verses, Now they cryin’ in the comments while I’m stackin' these curses. I ain't switch for the fame, I ain’t bow to a label, Put the truth in my bars, flip the beat like a table. (Hook) I’m too real, too raw, don’t care what you feel, Middle fingers to the sky, bitch, I rap what’s real. I got pain in my past, I got fire in my chest, Say my name with respect or get stomped like the rest. I’m too real, too hard, I don’t fold, don’t quit, Every rhyme that I spit got the soul of a hit. I got demons in my corner, but I ride with a plan, And I still talk my shit like the motherfuckin’ man. (Verse 2) Y’all flex on the ‘Gram, but your life in shambles, I was built through the struggle, walkin’ over hot candles. I don’t beg for a deal,