Lyrics:
I know
What you hear them say
How it makes you feel
Want to fade away
I know
That you hate yourself
And you hate them too
But I can tell
That you
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
she tryna jerk me
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up
real, therefore
Very, very surreal ways
You know what I mean like?
I think that it's also like, brings up
The question of like, you know, reality
In
just run the town
'Cause the industry is being ran by a bunch of clowns
Circus, it hurts 'cause
Everybody's a boss and nobody's the workers (real shit)
bring the pain
All of my enemies gotta leave
Fucking with me I could make a nigga fold up
And make it hard for you to breathe
I'm a H Town representer
ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale
Rapper, no, i'm not a phony microphonist wit no blaster
No type of real appeal or real - talent
And it makes
Christianity was law according to politicians
Who was King James? (Word) and why did he think it was so vital
To remove chapters and make his own version
a man,
and we took a small thing to a new land.
And when I said I loved you I wanted you to understand,
its real.
[Chorus 1x]
[Jermaine Dupri]
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
If you know what's good
If you know what's good
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
Haters gon' say it's fake so real
I said, put your filthy hands all
dollars you twerkin
You Stock character - Burkin
You pay thousands to converse
I keep it real in my converse
I pray to the spirit to live a day longer
You
energy
You're not burdened by feeling
unhindered
Achieved nothin, it doesn't matter
Shouldn't make you and sadder
Feel, you see out, you see beyond
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
shit off!"
Part of the penitentary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble
changed (that day)
My whole life changed (right there)
My whole life changed
Alright, Chill
Apparently, you can't tell the fake from the real
make you want to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin steady as us
And it's cool
so wrong
Lil' niggas run the train like Thomas
Tell me you won't do me wrong
And you gotta make it a promise
Gotta be honest
Do you love me 'cus I
they lost
You know why? Cause ya'll been lied to
Google lied to you, Facebook lied to
You, Radio lied to you, radio fuck you!
I know it's a lot of
Real
got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another
the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound
around every corner
Where it could look like peace but its war outside if you thinking of stepping your border
And He ain with that shi but He be with
to curse just to keep it real
Me and Jazz in the late eighties, writin' rhymes, makin' tapes daily
Fresh Prince make the babes crazy, rest in peace
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