Real Ones - Fetty Wap ft. Albee Al, Harrd Luck

(DJ Swill B)

They don't make 'em real no more, ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more, ayy
I been through pain, I can't heal no more, ayy
Already took it all, they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around, ayy
Blockin' out the noise, don't hear a sound, ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground, yeah, baby

Gladiator
Free Mush, I wanna see him in that Porsche again
Broke my heart when I heard the feds walked him in
Just know, if you ever rat, we'll never talk again
I gotta step for Damu, he'll never walk again
Lil' bitch, don't post me
When I was locked, the bitch I loved the most, she never wrote me
Freak bitch, she like it rough, she like, "Albee, choke me"
Had to bulletproof the Caddy 'cause niggas tryna ghost me (Grrt)
Know the opps weak (Pussy)
When it's war, I want it all, I'm in the front seat (I swear to God)
Last opp that speaked on me, he in a tucked seat (He outta here)
You ain't never rob a nigga and take his gun, nigga (Never, dog)
You ain't never shoot a nigga with his son, nigga
You ain't never shoot a nigga just for fun, nigga
Three K's in this car, we finna hunt niggas
Swear, bodies droppin' if I want niggas
They wanted some belly, nigga, who tryna rump with us?

They don't make 'em real no more, ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more, ayy
I been through pain, I can't heal no more, ayy
Already took it all, they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around, ayy
Blockin' out the noise, don't hear a sound, ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground, yeah
They don't make 'em real no more, ayy
I had feelings I can't feel no more, ayy
I been through pain, I can't heal no more, ayy
Already took it all, they can't steal no more
And I feel like everybody let me down
That's why it ain't nobody else around, ayy
Blockin' out the noise, don't hear a sound, ayy
I always keep my ten on the ground, yeah (Uh, Harrdy)

I remember plenty nights, tryna work me a play (Yeah, yeah)
I'm from the trenches where we thought that sellin' dope was the way (Swear)
If a nigga want what's mine, he gotta murk me today (On my soul)
The last nigga tried that would've been thirty today (I'm certain)
Somebody please give his family condolences (Yeah, yeah)
My hands dirty, I just pray nobody notices (Harrdy)
I told lil' brodie, "Spin the block, hit his whole set" (Go get that)
And if they kill a big homie, they get bonuses (Go get that)
I'm thinkin' 'bout TeFee, I'm thinkin' 'bout Gree (Let's go)
They killed him in his wheelchair, these niggas so petty (Wicked)
Rest in peace Millie, you been on my mind heavy
Them pills that he popped wasn't Percs, they was fetty
All them cold winter nights on the strip, freezing (Park Avenue)
Lot of fish scale sellin', lot of bricks slingin' (Twenty below)
Little homie out the window with the grip, squeezin' (Uh)
He was eatin' chopped cheese when they Swiss cheesed him

Ayy, I feel like they don't make 'em real no more (No, they don't make 'em real no more)
I got feelings I don't feel no more (I got feelings I don't feel no more)
I been through pain, I can't heal no more (Yeah)
Already took it all, they can't steal no more (Yeah, yeah)
I feel like everybody let me down (Let me down)
That's why it ain't nobody else around (Around)
Blockin' out the noise, don't hear a sound
Always keep my ten on the ground, yeah-yeah

Hmm, woah
Woah
Woah, mm
Yeah, baby
Yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, baby
(Yeah)