Real Vs Lil

You ain't gotta lie
Blowing up my phone
Since you gave me a hug
Now you smell like my cologne

Technically you a virgin cause you ain't ever fucked wit a real na
Keise on da Track

(LAMAR)
I can tell you never fucked wit a real one
(Yea keep it real)
She said his dick game lame she don't feel nothin
(Tell me how does it feel)
Look, keep it real
I'm nothing like these other ns, I promise you (on my mama)
Shorty want a real na, yea
So tired of fucking with lil ns
On dog for real)

I know you had mediocre befo
Fucked up ya head prolly think i'm a hoe
Live in the moment let's see how it go
How you a vegan but fuck wit the goat
You never fucked with a real one I know
They just want the box let me teach you the ropes
Put you on the wave, like we on the coast
Kush got us floating, like we on a boat
You acting goofy, i'm blaming yo last
You like to spaz, i'm blaming yo past
Put you on a plane, baby that's game
I'm feeding you air lines, like i'm on the Mavs
Gold not brass, i know that's what you had
VV not CZ
From MK to CC
GG & DG & LV
And from what you tell me
His dick EP, mine LP
He broke you down, let's start from the basics
Made u isolated, my angles adjacent
Knew it wouldn't work, but I guess you was patient
But i'm yo Shane Falco, i'm his replacement
I don't do Drama, my entourage crazy
Fuck wit a real one, these ns be fakin
Smoke in the mirror that shit looking hazy
I gave you the D & you hardly could take it
Lately you jaded, like hombre you faded
You get what you give, this shit what you make it
We both got a past & we can't erase it
Just gotta moved forward like Anthony Davis yea
Do you think u back, when you thought it was love
You should be a nurse, since you fuck with them scrubs
You fuck with the boy? Or just filling a void
Never mind it'll come out, once you feel a buzz
Because shit

I can tell you never fucked wit a real one
(Yea keep it real)
She said his dick game lame she don't feel nothin'
(Tell me how does it feel)
Look, keep it real
I'm nothing like these other ns, I promise you (Lamar)
Shorty want a real na, yea
So tired of fucking with lil ns
(On dog for real)

Yea, hold up
Yea, hold up
Yea, hold up



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Writer(s): Marquis Masters, Robert Snell
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