Getting Real - Soulja Slim, Fiend, Full Blooded

Yeah, haha

My nigga Soulja Slim in this bitch

(Fiend in this bitch)

a soulja now, fuck that

We going to war, nigga

(Niggas tryna be you, dog)

We bring it

(Niggas can’t fucking hang)

How we singing, this shit’s real

(Shit's about to get hot in this bitch)

Niggas better guard their grill

Let these motherfuckers know what the deal is

(Wake the fuck up)

Y’all can’t compare me with no nigga you know

hit the floor when you hear my flow, woe

It’s not the realest shit I ever wrote

That I ever smoke around niggas, that’s cut throat

Gotta be on my P’s and Q’s cause niggas hatin'

Niggas that I used to fuck with, don’t wanna see me make it

Rapping is my occupation, respect that

I left the game where it’s at but if I want to, I can go back

But no, I can’t be around no dope

Flashbacks to bad habits doing bad and selling soap

Bricks all in my throat, caked that coke up my nose

When I can make money, fuck hoes just by getting a couple of blows

And stay in condos and slam luxury doors

Everything got and paid for

Won’t have it no other way, another day another baller

Shot caller, big pistol with back against the wall

Shit, put that all up on daughter

Fuck with this No Limit shit, you put me off in that water

Shit, I used to snort a quarter, but now I only smoke blunts

Cause I get on that other level and don’t know my do’s and dont’s

Shit’s getting real

Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill

Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real

Shit’s getting real

Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill

Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real

Shit’s getting real

Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill

Cause if you fake, you can’t feel we real

Shit’s getting real

Shit’s getting real, you better guard your grill

Cause real niggas, can feel what we feel

Shit’s getting real

I’m known as dangerous so Fiend became a name for this

for this, so I can get the change for this

executive

I got a little something put you on the map

From the attack, villains stacking

Remove the keys of the night

Had weed on that pipe instead of that white with a fight

Now you’re dealing with my dog that don’t bark when they bite

get it right

And remember, it ain’t personal

And every single sick believe me was rehearsable

Out

better put some dirt in you

Hoping that walk in with the chills

Get the money and

Trying to get paid for a kill

Releasing these really reals

Fiend and, No Limits navy seal

Time to watch them niggas

Got to hit the streets again

Got a wake up call y’all, so I’m

Housed in, it’s all about this gangsta shit

See the bitch ride a bitch

Spank the bitch

Up early in the morning, first hit the block

I got a pot full of rocks with two fat ass Glocks

see these niggas peeping me out

window blowing weed out

niggas all G’d out

So I up these bitches

Niggas better count every blessing

debt

Well they can’t pass me, I got

everyday, ain’t nothing gonna change

Still watching them niggas lose their brain over a ho ass game

The more I change, I beat em

when I see them

see the heater

I’m hitting black lines after I see them