The Real Is Back
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The real is back, I'm back
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
Without that gangsta music, you can rap to
The real is back, I'm back
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
Without that gangsta music, you can rap to
Sorry I kept y'all waitin the real is back
Rappers try but they ain't qualified, to give you that
I talk about the jungle, cause I really live in that
I am a bearilla, yeah grizzly silverback
Most people you meet 'em, and you know they real off top
Cause when they say real, don't know if he real or not
Gun license, but don't know if he gon' kill or not
Break in his homeboys house, straight steal his guap
I'm allergic to bitch niggas, see 'em and start sneezing
Been addicted to real shit, since I start breathing
I know these niggas scared, I can hear they heart beatin
Never seen my kind, part angel part demon
Look in the mirror, I'm in love with my reflection
No love for a bitch, I'm in love with my protection
They stole my shine from me, but I stole it back
Hidin baby mamas and microphones, 'Ro is back
Michael Jordan showed me, so I'mma show you how to ball
Tecs and wire wheels, I'mma show you how to crawl
Fuck buying clothes homie, I'mma really buy the mall
Hood nigga even when they high, knock us by the law
Rich than a bitch, long way from being broke
From Starter jackets, to different color chinchilla coats
Broke ass niggas breast stroking, but I'm in a boat
So much money, she want me to put babies in her throat
Fuck throwing dollar bills, I'm about to start throwing cars
Y'all still rolling cigarillos, bitch I'm rolling jars
And ain't a damn thing stolen, when I'm rolling
Man I got so much shit, I think I need to clean out my colon
Rappers yeah they cool, but they dance too much
But cats like me, we just want the cash too much
Cats like you can't fight, so you blast too much
No wonder why they whoop your ass too much, bitch but I'm back
New outlook on life, even though it's a bitch
I drop the B on them boys, even though it's a six
Charge a whole lot of money, just to go in a chick
I get car note money, when she blowin the dick
Yeah that's your partner, but he got you behind bars
Niggas snitching and murdering, they partner behind broads
That's the new definition of real, ain't it that's some bullshit
Y'all already know, I keep it crackin like a bull wheel
Uh homie you better hide, if you rose four
I will slide a grown man up, under a closed door
He Pinocchio cause when he talk, his nose grow
I'm who they roll out the blue carpet, and open doors for
I'm like a buffet, I feed so many folks
Tell 'em like fuck a friend, me and a set of spinning spokes
I crack open money bags, y'all crack prison jokes
Out of line like summer time, in winter coats but I'm back