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[Chorus: x4] I'm too real (too real) Too raw (too raw) Fuck with me (fuck with me) I'm national (nigga) [Verse 1:] I'm at the top of my game like barry bonds hittin' homers Pyt so loud I wake patients inside a coma (wake up) I'm known in my city like neighborhood flip lane I never turn my back on them Cause Seynt pyt maybe Who I was And who I be Who I am And what I done And what I speak Include them I know the bird behind me Them crackers can't convine me These golds in my mouth Letras de cancionesBoy I'm gonna shine When mines are automatic You can mack, lock, chop em Haters run there mouth So I can pop, lock, and drop em Straight punch lines like the wicky right jab Forget a A-kay I got my own Arab (HA HAAA) Call em outta collar You suicide bom ya Bout' to run the country Like Barack Obama I get it high live I live high get it Like a bra with A's And ner a nigga fuck it with me [Chorus: x4] I'm too real (too real) Too raw (too raw) Fuck with me (fuck with me) I'm national (nigga) [Verse 2:] Pop it off at you bitches Like some 9 milimeters Leave ya head ringin' Like the snails in your tweaters My niggas too gritty Pussy's niggas can't see us Got my stripe way before Ya bought your first pair of addidas I'm inticated cause neicey made me I'm a 80's baby Fuck niggas don't phase me Pyt so raw Make ya sick to ya stomach Straight canable favorite meal lizz I hate a omlet Grill niggas delight Like a wicky right fight Only men are win in these waters They scared to bite bite If thuggin it is wrong I don't wanna be right Call me crazy and blind How to mind and outta sight Head above the clouds There's no way I'm comin' down Too much Space, Oppurtunity And get your money blown around The nigga in my way I'mma leave him in I.A. Stankin' Cause I hit him with that Peppa Le Pew [Chorus: x4] I'm too real (too real) Too raw (too raw) Fuck with me (fuck with me) I'm national (nigga) [Verse 3:] Nerr a nigga fuck it with me I put that on all larrr Niggas love to hate me So I block em like Joe Varr Last stacks of heroes Called me Arnold Schreneggar Put more haters Than tomb stones Than the fuckin under taker I'm a young nigga But don't call me a Rookie Now the M.Y.R.A. Tryna George Bush me (HAAA) Let that one stick to ya Just like syrup Cause this syrup is harder Than any of ya heard Straight for it to the point Like a merchade Arch ya mighta fell off But Seny Pyt stay ready If ya hatin' on me Ya time gonna come Have ya momma cryin like that Rockafella She just lost one Takin over this rap shit Let me get my pedastool Can't hear me now dog Then you is just a hatin' ass garden tool Hell ya I said it Real niggas feelin' lucky go said and say it with meh... [Chorus: x4] I'm too real (too real) Too raw (too raw) Fuck with me (fuck with me) I'm national (nigga) From Letras Mania