Forget every so-called thug's interpretation of the word 'real'. Real is what you feel now what you are led to think is real...don't be misled, I have been more than once before...
hiphop
new school
judge priest
priest black
liberty squad
Story behind the song
Just the seperation from my last squad. I was being loyal but I was also being too ambitious for what was going on. Basically, I was shining more than my boss and he got embarrassed...and that's real...
Lyrics
Hook
Live for gettin cash money, yo that's real
Money ova b*** es every moment, that's real
Still gettin cash for the meals, yo that's real
Still feel pain, but don't show it, that's real
Verse 1
I'ma be pealed before this lil day is over
Mackin like I'm Casanova, get it like a soldier
Signed up for the army so I stopped smokin the doja
Now I'm smokin soldiers, aimin right between the shoulders
Middle of July, I got Florida gettin colder
The temperture gettin lower like I'm freezin a soda
But you know what happens after dat, watch me pop off
More flavor than hotsauce, enemies, they got lost
Steppin out the cypher so fresh, dust my rocks off
F*** tryin to soldier up, homeboy, I got boss, real quick
F*** authority, the superior make the real chips
Basin all morals and values on dolla bill sh**
Make da snobby motha f*** as feel dis, the real sh**
Same time, makin all convicts wanna kill sh**
One thousand dollas right now make me feel rich
This is what I gotta get, game is what I gotta spit
Hook
Verse 2
Still gettin cash for da grills that I steal, yeah I steal it
Then I peal, that's enough to put some doe on a meal
Eat it up to get a fill, now I'm off to pay da bills
Live my life how I feel, that's real
Tryin to make as much as 50 bricks then I'll chill
Still in the club, New York, gettin trill, what da deal
Yo that's real, of course I got da steel
Of course I let the drama build up, and let it kill, that's real
I fill the field wit chaos soon as I spray off
My style's 24-7, there ain't no day off
So lay off of the top of my nuts, you lookin stuck
Sorta like a slut in a truck, I blow dat pussy up
That's real, no need to ask cuz I will
Make um feel the killa steel and let dey thoughts spill
All over the field like dey overdose on a pill
And the pigs will squeal, yo that's real