Preach
Poppin all those pills that don't make you real
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
I'm fly like Flash Gordon, I'm so important
Every watch I have imported, got whips in storage
All you niggas sound so borin', yo lyrics torment
In this game I am the warden, don't need a warrant (Woah)
Let me be real...
Can I just speak how I feel
I pray on my knees when I kneel
Knighted at night with my spiritual shield
Look, pay attention to this action flick
Real nigga, Colin Kapernaek
On point, always accurate
That fake shit is not adequate
So wack artists, they gone have to quit
This "Real Talk" like Fabolous
If the game's open Ima fasten it
Can I bus like Cannabis
Not the one to be tampered with
All organic no additives
Poppin' all those pills that don't make you real
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
If you buy a plate, is all yo niggas eatin? (Preach)
If you got a kid, is you tryna see 'em? (Preach)
A lot of niggas'll get you pregnant and Michael Jackson beat it
But are they runnin' from yo' child or runnin' from their demons?
That's a question we might never know the answer to
Won't buy no pampers but in Onyx buyin' a dance or two
I mean I guess that ain't no shit that you have to do
But don't be surprised when they grow up and take after you
This the type of cycle that we keep repeatin'
Won't do no real nigga shit unless you got a reason
I'd rather make a million dollars and give it all away
My pops is mentally ill and homeless, I know he really need it!
Poppin' all those pills that don't make you real
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
I'm fly like Flash Gordon, I'm so important
Every watch I have imported, got whips in storage
All you niggas sound so borin', yo lyrics torment
In this game I am the warden, don't need a warrant (Woah)
Let me be real...
Can I just speak how I feel
I pray on my knees when I kneel
Knighted at night with my spiritual shield
Look, pay attention to this action flick
Real nigga, Colin Kapernaek
On point, always accurate
That fake shit is not adequate
So wack artists, they gone have to quit
This "Real Talk" like Fabolous
If the game's open Ima fasten it
Can I bus like Cannabis
Not the one to be tampered with
All organic no additives
Poppin' all those pills that don't make you real
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
If you buy a plate, is all yo niggas eatin? (Preach)
If you got a kid, is you tryna see 'em? (Preach)
A lot of niggas'll get you pregnant and Michael Jackson beat it
But are they runnin' from yo' child or runnin' from their demons?
That's a question we might never know the answer to
Won't buy no pampers but in Onyx buyin' a dance or two
I mean I guess that ain't no shit that you have to do
But don't be surprised when they grow up and take after you
This the type of cycle that we keep repeatin'
Won't do no real nigga shit unless you got a reason
I'd rather make a million dollars and give it all away
My pops is mentally ill and homeless, I know he really need it!
Poppin' all those pills that don't make you real
Say you got a gun, that don't make you real
All that poppin' tags, that don't make you real
Doin' all those drugs, that don't make you real
You screamin' big facts but I doubt it!
Perception ain't shit when it's clouded
All you want is money and the power
Real niggas they gone be real with out it
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Writer(s): Isaiah Brooks
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