Lyrics:
you listen to these people who got nothin' to say (you wouldn't listen)
You wouldn't know real if it slapped you right in the face
Ain't for
Jesus.
Will you save my soul?
Save my soul Jesus.
Will you save my soul?
Save my soul Jesus, will ya?
[Saxophone solo by So Fo Real Productions]
for the sun to fall
I figure I'm drained man, fuck it all
If you've got some drank man, pour mine tall
Let's take a trip...
For real
For real, for
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
as Satellites they have different types
Space satellites are cgi
And there are hundreds of the real type they strap to balloons
That you can see fly by
At night.
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
real)
Standing on my tippy toes (for real)
Rest In Peace twenty four(for real)
I'm cool in the clutch, frozen in the whip
M-I-X man you know the deal
I look into your heart and wonder if you hear
I look into your eyes to see your tears
I look into your soul to feel if you cold
I look into your mind
nigga
130 for the Porsche, 210 for the Bentley
How to fuck a nigga hate to see a real nigga winnin'?
(I swear I never tell another soul)
(How to fuck
Feeling like a motherless child, pain cuts into my soul
Its beating me down, can’t find my smile
On the face of a motherless child
Feeling like
Yes! Keeping it real for 1998, and so on,
98.7 on your FM dial, baby, you're my heart.
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll keep it shining
tonight, yeah.
Oh baby, pretty baby, I'll make it last all night.
Soul standing by.
I'm gonna be there anytime.
I'm gonna be there if you cry.
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
that's the real bag
Yea money's coo, but I rather have that real bag
If all you worried bout is bread, boy that's real sad
Cuz we know million dolla souls
sickles
You formulate into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit chit
Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head
spent a couple bucks, he in again,
Know it's love, cause I do this shit for him
I'm sayin', you ain't hit me, is you still alive?
I'm feelin' deprived,
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
you need to meet (aight)
Man them super focused sessions turned into some fire beats (4Real)
That inspired me
To drop my first solo Album #4Real (Yeah)
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
dee da
Call the niggas up at PETA
They kidnapping the critters but I
Come to bring 'em freedom
I'm looking for the chaos
Collecting all the emeralds
You
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