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The Surreal Lyrics by Hona Costello

2017

[Chorus]
Surreal Gang
Still going when the wheels can't
Still rolling
And we ain't stopping till a mills made
X2
[verse 1]
Ayo
We bout to make a milli, break arms break necks
Take over the city, double that cash checks
Acting on TV, get your ho, Bo Flex
Stretch her out plenty, more weed more sex
Jack got me dizzy missing steps, baby inhale hold ya breathe
Vape smoke grape filling up my chest
Take notes, and be thankful, you know what I rep
For the rest, take a rest, I'm blessed by black angels
Nigga, I'm black like black
Black like Dolphy with the sax
Black like the sun dont kill me
Black like hanging from a branch
Or black like the rice that's more healthy listen
When I came their were lames in charge
Still lame but you know got to aim for Mars
Shoot a rainbow, move both the moon stars
No I can't go, even if my teams at large I'm sayin
[Chorus]
Surreal Gang
Still going when the wheels can't
Still rolling
And we ain't stopping till a mills made
We want our 12 months paid
In the shade
Brave
Are you ready? here i go, steady with the flow
Heavy thoughts coast me, to put the pedal to floor
Metal in the trunk, rebel in the front, mary in my lungs
Rose petals decorate my canvas hold on
Tell me what you want, this ain't what you need, nigga please
You would call the cops over nothing, middle finger fuck ya
You're not a boss, you're a butler
I'm fresh popcorn with light butter its movie time
Niggas hated, I was scrutinized
Now they want to wear my shoes size, rose neck tie
Froze neck high, Hoes kept by, clothes pressed, fly
North running with a black soul message
Cross me me, and watch hell exit
I'm black love repping, stepping from black mail
They say it's wrong but crime sales
Don't be Jonah to a great whale
And get lost in the darkness
[Chorus]
Surreal Gang
Still going when the wheels can't
Still rolling
And we ain't stopping till a mills made
We want our 12 months paid
In the shade
Brave
[bridge]
I'm done playing motherfuckers
Telling motherfuckers
The gang got it, fuck modest, or bang motherfuckers
You soft like bed topping
Y'all not cake or the strawberry toppings, faux leather motherfuckers hold on
Credits
Hona Costello

Hona Costello

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