The Real Is Back

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

Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino)

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