Name: The Real Thing
Duration: P00H01M36S
Description: The first of many for 2020 from me. Buckle up.

The Real Thing

by Devin Dabney

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The first of many for 2020 from me. Buckle up.

lyrics

Every send I do is sick like I got the Corona
Six-pack with the clique in a drop that’s Toyota
I’m in the back, my chick a work of art like she Mona,
Feeling a swag like Clipse when Push copped a Daytona,
I got that cocky persona...I love me - don’t care if you do or do not -
This ain’t Yoda, but I swear I’m feeling old from that
Ganja we rolled up, ten years and a nigga still
Got that glaucoma, white neighborhood, but he still
Got the glock on him, so when a cop pull us over,
Press record on my phone, so when I’m shot to a coma,
No, I did not pull a weapon...Portland, but Naptown is the
Block that I’m repping, everything I do the shit -
Better watch where you stepping, in the presence of rap stars,
My lyrics slap y’all’s, but it really ain’t that hard,
You writing trash bars, yeah I have to confess,
American that express, I don’t need a new black card, bitch
My flow hard as Tech N9ne - they say it feel strange,
Bars sharp like the crimps on "The Real Thing,"
Round of applause when I return from the think tank,
You gets no reception like you’re living out in Green Bank,
And you gon’ need a telescope to see your fanbase
After I’m finished rocking the damn place,
Good game, homey - I’ll be a gentleman, but goddamn,
I’m so sick, you don’t wanna give me a hand I shake - D!