Plies - Definition Of Real

I'm Da Man [feat. Trey Songz]

Went to sleep real, woke up reala
Goon affiliated ex-drug dealer
Resume solid street cred bigga
Clique full of souljas, all us killas
Never seen what I'm, what they called a real nigga
Pocket full of cash, body full of liquor
Put my whips on it bet he ain't trilla
If I don't know ya, homie, hand on pistol
You lookin' at tha man
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
Action fo' da camras
You can ask tha fans
â€~Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
You lookin' at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin' when I move
Askin' what it do
You lookin' at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yup
Key to the city name, carry weight
I don't fuck with niggas most of â€~em fake
You went behind the ears, jumped off the post late
Where I'm from homie I don't let the goons ache
Came up slow all off a shake
Grandma dyin' hard to be straight
Just left court, my dog lost his case
They gave him life, homie, off of them 28's
You lookin' at tha man
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
Action fo' da camras
You can ask tha fans
â€~Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
You lookin' at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin' when I move
Askin' what it do
You lookin' at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yup
Product of the hood came from the gutta
Been through it all still remain a hustla
Ride or die homie, before I fucking struggle
Chopper game serious, got it from my brotha
Learned the hard way, streets don't love ya
Snitchin' at a high dope game in trouble
Whip game shaky then you gon' suffa
I'm da man homie, can't deny it, sucka
You lookin' at tha man
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
Action fo' da camras
You can ask tha fans
â€~Cause they say I'm da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yea
You lookin' at tha man
Whip on 22's
Towin' when I move
Askin' what it do
You lookin' at da man
Watch me pull mah pants up
Watch me do mah dance, yup
Stacks â€~n' rubabands, yup

Credits
Writer(s): Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Christopher James Gholson, Algernod Washington
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