Lyrics:
Real, you can't take from me
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand
eyes closed
[Ms. Peaches in background]
Searchin' for my soul, but I can't seem to find it
I see fear in my eyes, Lord tell me why, am I
Searchin'
OK First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First, you stole Roc-A-Fella
sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z
leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Want to ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's
done
And that's just for the podcast
I'm not putting that on a record or anything
I can't anymore, you're taking up too much real estate
So I'm letting
there can fuck with me)
(Motherfucker what?)
(I speak that real shit)
(To smash the airwaves)
(I don't want to tell you motherfuckers again)
waddup Bo?
This is for them bitches that played me, waddup ho?
No I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad
Two kids that don't even know
can't find the way
Tell me, tell me where's the way
I can't, I can't find the way
Tell me, what is real or fake?
I feel you (I feel everything)
I feel it
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
the world for you
Take every sound and rearrange your soul
In a way that lets you live forever
Inside your own soul
Is a man who doesn't feel at all
When was
been from hell and back
I'm just that nice and I don't write
So you can tell 'em that
I'm just making up for nights
When I was selling crack
you God's lovely creation, I mean it
Can't let no bitch to deceive you,
Real beauty mixing, what's in you
So, fuck a runway, a pageant, camera,
gone from this world aman aman.
And now I'll burn my heart and cry can't tell you no more that I love you.
So suddenly you are gone from the earth
But we loved everyone like we love our sneakers
Ms Sullivan you're so sweet
Thanks for lovin this class for weeks
You got traded Mr Brick you came
capping but I be for real
Yeah I be for real
Yeah I be for real
Yeah I be for real
Yeah I be for real
Tried to play me like I was a pawn but now you see I’m
you no better
You can never ever tell me, you just cannot understand
Never tell me how to be a man
I can't really, I can't really, I can't act like I
eyes every day. And now it seems like I don't have enough words. I can't write enough songs for, I want to make every second of their lives a Christmas
and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann
loyal
I think you do too much for someone who don't do shit for you, girl
And that's real
That ain't the way love supposed to feel
But you say he's
soul bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban
soul
Everything glitter nigga really ain’t gold
Gotta lotta ish on my mind too deep
Mind over matter but I really can't sleep
Can’t recognize what’s real
way being who
I am, in my position
You can't just be nice you have to give
People some direction you got to be
A monster" I tell him this seems
Yeah
Unh
Why you monkey for that money
What they tell you do
Are you working for your worth
And is that working for you
Before becoming indoctrinated
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