Lyrics:
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
the time she don't want me
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through
you know
You settle for less and we settle for more
Just so you know
Take it day by day
Or play by play
I know i made the bed i lay in
The bed i stay in
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
of taking a walk
Oh the real world is bizarre enough for me
Oh the real world — bizarre enough for me
We're drifting in the waiting room
Call it real, but
stardom ever starts
'Cause really I don't give a fuck about ever being a star
If you don't know me I'm not patient
For real homie I'm not waitin'
Push
Spent my eves on St. Laurent,
Cause I’m the St. Laurent don like 21 homie,
And I’ma get money till the Federali’s come for me,
Never been
a nigga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
a nigga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
red bottoms with Amiri jeans
Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean
I bought real diamonds for the whole team
I been gettin' money since thirteen
I been
you unfit
Me and the back on it
Live this rap shit for real
Yeah , what's your deal
Me and the boys are back on it
This shit, is way too lit
Yeah,
The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
like Jay does
All that and then some
Pimp real for real when I win some
I remember what you thinking
Black shades on, drinking while you blinking
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee
out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug
Just moved into a neighborhood
Lots of new people
All real good
But there's just one for me here
Know this is gonna be a great year
Yeah, I saw this
Coolin at the crib by like 8 or 9 at the latest, my time precious, ain't no time for the haters
A simple simp that just hit the tip of the iceberg
And I'm
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
tees
She wanna crown Alexander McQueen
Raider real life rocking L to the V
Freak for designer she like D to the G
Gave her my swimmers hit that bitch
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