Video Real de Ajna 2025 Rap Lyrics

Ajna - Real Lyrics

HOOK:
In the beginning
There was man
Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand
They had no sorrow
Had no pain
But then they thought life was just a game

Mirwin:
Fuck my feelings yeah I'm still on the grind
Only live once and I ain’t wastin’ mine
Just put in my pink slip, give it two weeks shit
Focused on rap, makin’ bread off the rhymes
They checkin’ on me ‘cause I’m earnin’ it
Couldn’t cut off my flow with a tourniquet
If they want a look, then I’m servin’ it
Coppin’ the fit from the thrift, you ain’t heard of this uh
Ball so hard I’m a killer like MJ
Dance on the beat I’m a thriller likе MJ
Fall from the top? sorry I’m not MJ
Head in the clouds but I don’t smokе MJ
Assistin’ the beat like I only move forward
I pass from the 4 to the 3 like a crop
Dunkin’ on rappers, put them on a poster
Rushmore of rap, can you save me a spot?
HOOK:
In the beginning
There was man
Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand
They had no sorrow
Had no pain
But then they thought life was just a game

Ajna:
Whole lotta love in the place that I'm from
Lil baby don't act like you know me
We came a long way from watchin' in the basement
To watchin' up top outta nosebleeds
I'm showin' them things that they don't see
When I'm changin' out the shit that's remotely
I was just 24 like Kobe
Now I'm givin' out shots that's OD
Yeah whole lotta love in the place lil bro
If she take it'll wash out
'Cause lotta these girls got scents on they skins
And they ain't the type that's gon' wash out
I'm not a rebound, I'm a box out
Bro got heat on him like cops out
I been had fire, I'll drop now
You should know I'm a sophomore drop out
HOOK:
In the beginning
There was man
Then came a women that the Lord made out of sand
They had no sorrow
Had no pain
But then they thought life was just a game

Mirwin:
You got recess bars I ain’t talkin’ ’08
I make love to the beat no foreplay uh
I’ve done my homework, plus that soul work
They still call me corny like elotes huh
The days go by, waitin’ on me to drop
Two thoughts in my head, what I am and I’m not
Tryna pop like cans, juice flows off top
Like Wiz needs kush yeah I’m takin’ the pot
They’re givin’ me feedback like a mic drop
Can’t have regrets on the day my heart stops
You don’t know me I’m a damn SWAT team
Imma kick down doors if they’re not unlocked
Sauce on the beat like pasta
The way I’m killin’ these drums like ratatata
Golden State bars, straight gas no Zaza
Sippin’ my matcha, smokin’ on all y’all damn