Callon B - Real One lyrics

[Verse 1: Khiry] You f**ers talkin bout a come up, yeah they keep mentioning my name Khiry Wilson, Khiry Wilson yea you know the kids the man Got bands, got money over my eyes, shade blockers cost 200 ????? my next disguise, I ain't hiding know I'm out here like an Acid Trip Trina get to the money make the pack to acrobatics You I got a catastrophic flow the sh** is tragic and I do this for the city and people who f**in with me I swear to God I;m creatin a legacy just like Biggies But I've been going through some things thank you for f**ing with me Celebrating life with Fire ball to the Kidneys you know how winners do we just got to keep winning I got white girls doing white girl I'm Charlie Sheenin And I'm feeling super good, Micheal Jack, better beat it Talking all that sh** and I'm to high to hear repenting Say she ain't met a real n***a till she met me, haha [Chorus: Khiry] Say she ain't met a kid like me, way she grabbing on the dick you know its a wrap son The way I throw the dick man you know its a rapture, now she spread out hands out like a Pastor Say she want a real one, so she got me Say she want a real one, so she got me Say she want a real one, so she got me how you like me now Say she ain't met a kid like me You know it's a wrap son Make you know its a rapture Hands out like the pastor [Verse 2: Callon B] Gimme my respect you know I'm due this sh**, if you paid attention you would know that I do this sh** I've been doing shows and they can't even boo the kid, cuz they all clapping and the don't know who it is You can call me Dank, the red headed bandit Imaginations my advantage, an example I will set it You can bet it, its embedded in my consciousness We positive, thinking and I know it is the cause of this Bringing good vibes, I'm on my young Apostle sh** Good wine and good pine got me slurring consonants I ain't making promises but know I ain't stoping this sh** till I'm laid in a f**ing sarcophagus it's About time I got my crown you can keep the thorns Lie down for the three days and I leave the morgue Last sermon I gave was a rapture, now they giving dap hands out like a pastor, real one [Chorus: Khiry] [Bridge: Callon B] Ain't many real ones like me, my life I ain't ask for If you don't like it mother f**er you can fast forward Keep the comments to yourself like a pa**word I'm a real one, how ya like me? My life I ain't ask for If you don't like it you can fast forward Keep the comments to yourself like a pa**word, real one [Chorus: Khiry]