Morray - Real Ones STREET SERMONS Out Now: https://morray.lnk.to/StreetSermons IG: @morrayda1 Subscribe to Morray https://tinyurl.com/yy8fzunh Follow Morray (@morrayda1) http://facebook.com/morrayda1 http://soundcloud.com/morrayda1 http://instagram.com/morrayda1 http://twitter.com/morrayda1 Real Ones Lyrics: [Chorus] I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive I got sticks inside the car, too many n****s dying All these n****s like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides Real ones dead and gone, that s**t 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 lying I can tell you gon’ switch, I see it in your eyes Real ones getting rare that s**t hard to find [Verse 1] I’ve seen it all And swear to god I almost did it too Living close to the grave Where you be if I’m not digging you In touch with my feelings Won’t touch again if I’m not feeling you Leave a n***a stressed Like making beats with long interludes If you only knew what I went through just to get here Walking through the night dangerous, couldn't see clear N****s say they got me on the way like they gon’ be there No longer in my circle, guess them n****s choose to be square I had to learn a lesson When you grow, ya friends will lessen Right now I’m just debating is that a curse or a blessing N****s young and adolescent, they hating progression Losers only mad because I got the winning method [Chorus] I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive I got sticks inside the car, too many n****s dying All these n****s like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides Real ones dead and gone that s**t 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 lying I can tell you gon’ switch I see it in your eyes Real ones getting rare that s**t hard to find [Verse 2] Where the real n****s at the one that still believe in loyalty Purple blood in my veins ‘cause a n***a feel like royalty N****s slick as jheri curls I’m shining just like some oil sheen Rotten eggs with the blessing ‘cause I swear the lord be spoiling me Long blicks, hockey sticks, a n***a ready for the face off A n***a hit a home run through the bases watch me take off Man mother f**k the money and the fame, I’m still gon’ praise god And all these idols with these titles I would never praise y’all Not tryna be the best, I’m just tryna share my story Getting consolation prizes seven rings, 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 n****s dying All these n****s like cassettes ‘cause they be flipping sides Real ones dead and gone that s**t 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 lying I can tell you gon’ switch I see it in your eyes Real ones getting rare that s**t hard to find #Morray #StreetSermons #RealOnes