Nayan Kessee – Too Real To Be Fake Lyrics
Artist: Nayan Kessee
Song: Too Real To Be Fake
(Verse 1)The Doctor plugged me with the scripts, its more money in the shoebox
B damn if I ain’t rich, sport Gucci down to the tube socks
I Started pitching nicks, and out hooptys they would shoot Glocks
Hard grams out zip What I was working out of 2 spots
New Cards with the chips, I’m black American with jewels rocked
It’s hard to get a brick,they on my dick like they tubes blocked
The Base getting whipped, this b#tch squarer than a toolbox
The Kay’s leave em zipped, that’s under 6 and wit a suit boxed
Playing police games and that’s sh#t that got (dude shot)
Tips graze his brain,heat from bullets leave his crew dropped
We been shaving Caine, f#cking up granny food pots
Been praying when it rain, now Paris boats sail at 2 knots
The bunny carrot chain, that’s Ferris Bueller (no school drops)
Muller’s with the huge rocks, to Millie see through clocks
I Polka dot his face, close casket, see through shots
The Dope got us paid,they nosey asses, tryna use cops
(Hook) Whips with the chips,catch the drip
Better get up on it, Get up on it
Eighth to a whole to a brick
Better get up on it,Get up on it
Girl I want you around
Get up on it, get up on it
And if you know what’s down
Get up on it, get up on it
(Verse2)I was selling stocks, the homey glass in the kitchen
I ain’t talking about the streets, just the classes in the prison
Hardknocks to hard tops, the S classes that be nickel
Yard drops to car swaps, 230 dash below the windshield
Y’all Cops before the ball drops, I’m cash in only BenBills
Tags from What I spent still, 15 that was crisp bills
Hitting em nifgas while they shitting all snitching got friendkilled
Dark tents we be linking, On the East and (where my kin chill)
Jealous b#tches sleeping, they barely eating like a kids meal
They broke and over thinking, how you creep and let you kids steal
I’m always in the season, I be deep in how this drip spills
Selling like the weekend, talking Doggy nodding (Cliff kills)
Audits target Big Bills,They tryna get us 10 years
Finished big bids, wit the time could of had 10 kids
But I was around nifgas in max security that split wigs
I came up serving fiends they body shaking off a fix binge
(Hook) Whips with the chips,catch the drip
Better get up on it, Get up on it
Eighth to a whole to a brick
Better get up on it,Get up on it
Girl I want you around
Get up on it, get up on it
And if you know what’s down
Get up on it, get up on it
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Release Year: 2021