Bizzy - 4 Real - Video
PUBLISHED:  Dec 26, 2016
DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics

[Hook]

You know the stress on my brain
Ain’t got to tell you I’m high
I cannot f*** wit you lames
I will not tell you a lie
She say I’m stuck in my ways
Might be like this ‘til I die
I gotta hustle and grind
We make this s*** come alive
I got it lit 4 real x8

[Verse 1]

Oh they was sleepin’ on the boy like a queen size
I’m on the grind like a n**** selling bean pies
Put a crown on my joints when I’m done rollin’
Cuz every time I twist up it’s a king size
Big smoke you’d a thought it was a train comin’
All my girls swerve when they see you lames comin’
I hate a person who just love to hear they self talk
Whole lotta lip but they never really sayin’ nothin’
Hit everything in the scope ‘til they all fall
We ain’t homies I ain’t tryna shake your paw dawg
When you want it done right then you gotta do it
Self-pass to the house I’ma ball hogg
Boss move on a sucka who was hatin’ early
I know you crush man lil mama kinda purdie
I put it in the hole on my first try boy
Still sloppy seconds even if you hit a birdie
Hit it then I’m in a hurry
I was thinking bout a new life
You was thinking same place, same job on the same s***
You was thinking switchin’ up teams
And I was thinking hell naw I’ma get it with the same click
I cannot quit, I’m loyal to my soil, I keep on spittin’ ‘til we shine like foil
My s*** on slap cuz my flow is royal, I came for bodies
I rule like O’Doyle, lets go

[Hook 2]

You know the stress on my brain
Ain’t got to tell you I’m high
I cannot f*** wit you lames
I will not tell you a lie
She say I’m stuck in my ways
Might be like this ‘til I die
I gotta hustle and grind
We make this s*** come alive
I got it lit 4 real x8

[Verse 2]

My girl say I’m too blunt, that’s a couple swishers
But I’m raw like the paper she don’t get the picture
Ay you ain’t dealin’ with a lame, I’ma somebody
Ay when I’m on ya television maybe it a hit ya
I tried to give you boys game at a young age
It’s clear now we were never on the same page
I been a go getter since way back n****
10 years later and I got the same rage
Stayin’ on your s*** pays
F*** the competitors I’m as good as it get
B**** call me the dope man I got all of the hits
Might be off on brothel with a couple h*** and a bottle
Might be off in the jungle with the bloods and the crips
I be all in the mix, like a chip in the dip
My young boys ridin’ dirty got the stick in the whip
They ain’t playin’ no games but they ain’t on the bench
Paid a couple car notes with every flick of the wrist UHHH
Stompin’ in my Timbs like I’m in the BK
Vans on me homie like I’m in the CA
Ya b**** came thru to shoot a movie last night
In the morning she gon’ let me get a replay
Early bird, was never the type to sleep in
I came here to demolish you, I don’t need friends
I’m like Richard Nixon, never like Ls
And when it comes to these bars you know I bleed wins

[Hook 3]

You know the stress on my brain
Ain’t got to tell you I’m high
I cannot f*** wit you lames
I will not tell you a lie
She say I’m stuck in my ways
Might be like this ‘til I die
I gotta hustle and grind
We make this s*** come alive
I got it lit 4 real x8

Bizzy's entry to the RhymeStars contest.

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