No Pretending

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] (Yo, shorty wop Come on, man) Yeah, yeah You already know, man, for real, man From the projects, man, all the way to motherfucking The other side of the world, and shit You know, 9th Wonder on the track Big, big boy style, you already know Louis Rich man [Verse 1: Raekwon] From the Benz to Impalas, a fistful of cash A bank account, mad thick, quick to hem you and blast Instead of maxing in the winter, I'm in Japan with my kin Hydro spraying a blunt, while Duke do the glasses It's evident we're comical Quick to change up the slang and bring the beef to you, just like McDonald's do Fronting raw, sit behind the bulletproof wall Count my money, go to war, pull out while fucking my brawd I'm no industry nigga that suck dick I only write checks, get out of line I'm striking the WIC Pull a viper out, stunting on the beaches Ocean pacific gear, shower foxes on in their clich Run the world with my girl, it's like Sex and the City Double Aston, rub my dick, fuck with my titties Yo bitches that love you, that's wonderful, what it do now? But don't pretend it don't look comfortable [Bridge 1: Raekwon] (Just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable But don't pretend it don't look comfortable (Just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable (It's just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, back to blowing holes in the microphone pole I do it easy, with 41 years of my soul I run around high, and use it like a lullaby Gone with the wind, with Asics on my feet, you can smell the Glock Cousin stay buzzing, from here to Toronto Then from there to Buenos Aires, sunk in the congo All kind of colorful brims, trend big, what it do, yeah You got money? You welcome to share, keep change Dwell on recollection, reflections for days And slanging gats in the buildings for sections Swim through money like I'm Jewish Cruising around salt waters, flows don't blow through no sewers You hungry? Hit me on the hip, you smell me? Fake niggas sitting on my whip, you tell me? And I got it from here, stay winning, respectable real Rugby rap on the low, no pretending [Bridge 2: Raekwon] Rugby rap on the low, no pretending Rugby rap on the low, no pretending Rugby rap on the low, no pretending [Verse 3: Big Remo] Call me Reezy, short for Big Remo Call up a breezy, tell her to send in 3 more As in kilos, pies be gambinos Auto-pilot, I'm on grind, no sleep mode Auto signing, no diamond, wood piece on Dezzy underneath arm, in case I gotta beast on em' You soft like a threechon, pussy get beat on Cherry street fairy around the way, I'm legendary nigga Ask around the three-four, I run with the billas Dealers, killas, llamas, gorillas, pretenders Fake niggas, you ain't get the memo? Try to form an alliance with the lion out of Carolina I can speak for em', the jays that I unleash on em' And they don't capeesh, they hem'd up to cease So I respect the street, it's not a game or pretend shit I'm a star, linin' with Gods, I'm shining, it's hard