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too real - rmc offishall lyrics

i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

yeah, you can call me will
cause if you leak my name
i’ll slap you in your own f*ckin’ house, b*tch
like putin with the b*tton, i go nuclear with the pen
wh0re, i heard you’re f*ckin’ ten different men
leak my name, that’s a coffin for you, (yeah)
dig your own grave, i’ll just hand you the tool. (here)

got that unwashed tramp, beggin to be on a track
don’t work with creeps or people that smoke crack
got a pet tarantula that helps me write my sh*t, (haha)
yeah, an eight*legged ghostwriter, go picture it. (heh)
leak my name, sl*t, i’ll p*ss in your bed while you’re still in it
call you a bad dog, kick you, rub your face in it. (b*tch)

you sampled a tiktok, thought you found a goldmine
i’ve been producin’ beats since nine
back when ’em had kim in the trunk
i was layin’ snares in a line
while you was rockin’ braces, beggin’ for a valentine
i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

yeah, you know the drill, you can call me will
this ain’t make believe, b*tch, i shoot to k!ll. (bang!)
get you rolled up, punk, just like a fat*ass blunt. (smoked ’em)
leave your f*ckin’ body bag right out front
i told you i shoot to k!ll, b*tch, this is nothin’ new
pull up with snudge, then do a line or two. (haha)
this the new song, turn it up loud as f*ck
if you don’t like my music, i don’t give a f*ck. (nope)
i wrote ‘fake people everywhere
some pr*cks got offended, so the sh*t stuck?
heard you took it badly? guess the verse was aimed at you?
shame your girl was too busy asking me
what that tongue do?
got her number now, like i really had to try? (nah)
yeah, f*ck all of my enemies, honestly i hope you die. (slow)
you ain’t movin’ up, sh*t’s too real, six feet underground
yeah, you’re buried in the ground
can’t even make a f*ckin’ sound. (shhh)
i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

i don’t send out threats, (nah)
just show up, no calls, no texts. (none)
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

i’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
i’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
i’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

- rmc offishall lyrics

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