The Real Is Back Lyrics

Same dramas that's on my momma, I serve them like benihana
Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranahs
You swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas
Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald's
Up early sunday cookin this breakfast in my pajamas
Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least I'm honest
Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax
We don't wanna hear your imagination just state facts
Nigga either you did or you didn't just don't lie
Nigga either you was or you wasn't just don't lie
Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio
And if they jump then fuck you to just like I'm cee-lo
What you know about so many bricks full of?
Shit I meant neon run it back like I'm Deon
Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a way in
Can't even come outside they gotta stay in
Can't put me off in the game I gotta play then
Try to get that playdo but nah don't play though
Gotta a case of calling your phone what's the connection
Hangup fuck figurin it out bad reception
And you ain't gotta be a dectective just to detect it
Any nigga lie to your face how you respect him
In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma
The four way lockin the right that's baby drama
Make me start deporting you niggas just like I'm Castro
Any nigga play both sides he Donnie Brasco
And I ain't seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino
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Ask G-money spend it all fuckin night like the shit was free money
Like my My face on it like the shit was me money
If the dogs hit the bag then you know it's D-money
You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas avon
Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon
Yall know what's real or what's fake that's old shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake
What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie
Call that shit with jump back vanilla ooo-weee
Snow is you worried bout niggas I'm like fuck no
Straight up outta low cast these niggas cut throat
And I don't give a fuck if it's been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years
And find cheers
All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli coupe got pasta seats look
Like spaghetti
Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes I said yall ain't ready clips long
As machetes
Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher
1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper
Excuse me miss I'm tryna P or Jay-Z if you think I'm missin out on this
Money you crazy
And all these niggas talkin these diamonds apraise me
See I'm the one that made it straight it out the streets they praise me
All I know one way trap and that's hard and so I trap hard and that made me
A trap god
Bow down and Kiss the chucks of Bruce Leroy sell 10 mil tomorrow I'm still a D-boy
The Real Is Back