Morray - Real Ones Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

'#RealOnes' is the latest song presented by '#Morray' from the album 'Street Sermons'. The song is produced by DJ Chose and the lyrics are written by DJ Chose & Morray. The song was released on 'Morray' official YouTube channel on April 28th, 2021.

Song Details:

Song: Real Ones (#Lyrics)
Artist: Morray
Writter: DJ Chose & Morray
Producer: DJ Chose
Album: Street Sermons
Music Label: Morray
Released Date: April 28th, 2021

Real Ones Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive
I got sticks inside the car, too many ni*gas dyin'
All these ni*gas like cassettes cause they be flippin' sides
Real ones dead and gone, that s*it hard to find
You ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
You won’t even ride for you so I know that you lyin'
I can tell you gonna switch, I see it in your eyes
Real ones gettin' rare that s*it hard to find...

[Verse 1]
I have seen it all
And swear to god I almost did it too
Livin' close to the grave
Where you be if I am not diggin' you
In touch with my feelin's
Won’t touch again if I am not feelin' you
Leave a ni*ga stressed
Like makin' beats with long interludes
If you only knew what I went through just to get here
Walkin' through the night dangerous, couldn't see clear
ni*gas say they got me on the way like they gonna be there
No longer in my circle, guess them ni*gas choose to be square
I had to learn a lesson
When you grow, ya friends will lessen
Right now I am just debatin' is that a curse or a blessin'
ni*gas young and adolescent, they hatin' progression
Losers only mad because I got the winnin' method...

[Chorus]
I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive
I got sticks inside the car, too many ni*gas dyin'
All these ni*gas like cassettes ‘cause they be flippin' sides
Real ones dead and gone that s*it hard to find
You ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
You won’t even ride for you so I know that you lyin'
I can tell you gonna switch I see it in your eyes
Real ones gettin' rare that s*it hard to find...

[Verse 2]
Where the real ni*gas at the one that still believe in loyalty
Purple blood in my veins cause a ni*ga feel like royalty 
ni*gas slick as jheri curls
I am shinin' just like some oil sheen
Rotten eggs with the blessin' cause I swear the lord be spoilin' me
Long blicks, hockey sticks, a ni*ga ready for the face off
A ni*ga hit a home run through the bases watch me take off 
Man mother fu*k the money and the fame, I am still gonna praise god
And all these idols with these titles I would never praise y’all 
Not tryna be the best, I am just tryna share my story
Gettin' consolation prizes seven rin's, no Robert Horry
Moe Shalizi like my Shaq, I pass the ball, he score it for me
Got like 45 hits and there’s more in the inventory...

[Chorus]
I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive
I got sticks inside the car, too many ni*gas dyin'
All these ni*gas like cassettes ‘cause they be flippin' sides
Real ones dead and gone that s*it hard to find
You ain’t even got a car but say that you would ride
You won’t even ride for you so I know that you lyin'
I can tell you gonna switch I see it in your eyes
Real ones gettin' rare that s*it hard to find...


Written by: Gaurav [#BOLLYWOODTRACKSLYRICS]                                             

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