Lyrics:
Trying to figure out why people so fake
Make no mistake, man
Real is a wasteland
And I'm all alone
Sitting back thinking after every puff I take
Trying
man bruh , man bruh, its for real
All they see is murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, in the news, murder, murder, murder, murder, in the streets,
you come to know Christ
How did you come to the right
Jesus Who's rockin' that white
Who's got His name on His thigh
Well I'm irked by the earth
Not
on, so we on
I said I Got real with God (I had to get real with myself man) now we on
Now it's time, (I had to realize I can't do this by myself) to
Back in the battlefield they say that he's mad for real for real
Giving him bags of pills how do you think that the master feels for real for real
spinning like dvd's
I remember back then they wasn't rating me
Now they envy me
Why is always me
I'm on the block with shh and shh
And this mandem are fully
action
Uh yeah stay by myself cause these niggas be lame
I know that these pussy niggas gone hate
I told my momma that I'm gone be great
Drip is the real
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
by surprise
I was with her but I was with you
You squeezed my hand and we both knew
That if we didn't leave right then
Our 1 + 1 was gonna be 2
You
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept
so rude but
Alotta b***** like computers
Programmed by the media
I just wanna see the real you cause
I need to know the feeling is true
Can I really
Nobody know' how pure you are but you
I read a Quincy Jones interview this morning
He was like when you start making music for money
God walk out
came from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Used to rock them bandanas (Bandanas)
We upping our standards (Out standards)
We upping our grammar(Our grammar)
I'm for real
wasn't for women, then it wouldn't be birth
What, its all real
[Chorus]
We're just some thug people (That's what we are)
That's what we are, trying
through the mud)
Been through it all, them blood sweat and tears my niggas
And through it all they always kept it real my niggas (that's love)
They would
to stay
And you still clerking (Yeah yeah)
I'm real awkward
Even when I’m flirting (Yeah yeah)
Go out the door that says it’s not working
Trying to be cute
acknowledge by sound scan.
Think I can't go no more,
I'm feeling real down, down
Yes you can
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
GOD came thru made a way now I'm moving up
Climbing up the ladder giving praise JESUS lift me up
Passing out these Bibles catch the word bet not pass
entrance of Savior
Jesus my king he's the maker
Fakers tooken to acres
Of fire brimstone in Lakers
Chef of my soul the baker
Strive to tame human nature
Holy
so much)
You mean so much to me (for real, I promise)
I just wanna thank you, oh, yeah (on God)
And Jesus, and Jesus, ha, what a friend I have
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