Lyrics

Uh, Blaze Ya Dead Homie in this muthafucka Yeah, muthafuckas always ask me what's real This shit real, that shit real, muthafucka Finna to let you know what's real Death is so real, yo, it's so real Is it true the old sayin', all that glitters isn't gold The more you give away, is only more to be controlled (That's real!) Keep your mind on your money, and your bitches Don't be scared to handle business if somebody acts suspicious (That's real!) Talking to the pigs, throw'd ass out you know Snitches come up missing in my hood, without a doubt (That's real!) If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense We came from the ol' school homie fight, teach ya' quick (That's real!) Pass the joint off to your left hand side An to the right, or to myself, I'm gettin' high all the time (That's real!) Don't get lost in the camera flash The only way you hide, then they forget yo ass (That's real!) Somebody ask me what's real and what's not Respect has to be earned on my block It's a givin' just like a tick of a clock Don't flash yo cash, you will get popped And they ask me what is real And they ask me what is real And they ask me what is real, and what's not Respect has to be earned on my block You heard the bell young bitches, get your iPads out An' pay game for your homie 'fore this thing goes south (That's real!) Skank hoes all about passing pussy You know there rockin' HPV and reakin' like padussy (That's real!) Sometimes I burn myself in my cell To prove I'm not a prisoner rottin' in my own hell (That's real!) When I'm awake I dream all the time An' when I'm asleep, I always have to scrape to get by (That's real!) Daily visits by those who passed spirits I know you bitches hear it pretty cau' you never hear it (That's real!) Outsida PonyBoy, I stay golden I'ma bust you in the head with the cane that I'm holdin' (That's real!) Somebody ask me what's real and what's not Respect has to be earned on my block It's a givin' just like a tick of a clock Don't flash yo cash, you will get popped And they ask me what is real And they ask me what is real And they ask me what is real, and what's not Respect has to be earned on my block So tired of all, it's not for real Trust me, I know how you feel How many can, and think it's fact That we can't see their clever act We see it through those little lies It shines right through it never hides Where love is given' not receivin' Heart will open on our sleeve Doomed, to fail with consequence No longer will they play defense Or ride offence, swap our stakes In hopes our turn that we'll be next Play the game without pretext For this thirst there is no quench Cease to exist, what's the sense And remain a proverbial monkey wrench Uh, look it up! That's real, proverbial, uh Monkey wrench, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, bitch