Real Shit

You could feel this if you ever felt your head was under water
Bout ready to hit up poppy move some bricks across the border
Plug the sockets wit the yaki, scrape the pyrex and the plates
Cause my momma need a crib and I'm tryna build estates
Tired of lookin' at the projects, tryna look out to the lake
My nephews need to know the difference from just good and being great
So my life is what I offer, Know that everything's at stake
So I'm here for everything, a little give, a lotta take
The money falls and then I leave, please somebody get a rake
I gotta take it all in, she says it's for my own sake
When I'm thinking bout a song, she's thinking how do we relate?
Besides minor conversation, penetration to procreate
This the major leagues baby meet me right at home base
We can fuck up the whole crib, welcome to my place
I got ya body mingled, sex is trash when you lie straight
Unless you on ya stomach wit ya ass in the air babe
I spread ya legs eagle then take off like a airplane
Give me mouth while I'm drivin, probably why I can't steer straight
Windows up, music bumping, can't hear none of the hearsay
You smoke and mirrors sunny, I put in work I need pay
Can't worry bout the suckers, can't give them guys no lead way
Cause when I hear em playin KuuL I hear em hit that replay

Real shit
I told you I would come up like it nothin'
Real shit
I told you, you would see me when I'm stunting
Real shit
I told you, you should prolly hit my line
Real shit
I told you I would leave you like it's nothin
Real shit
Where you be when it's happenin', not the same me back then
(Real shit)
I been in the game kid, you stuck at practice
(Real shit)
Struck out at battin', KuuL be the captain
(Real shit)
Ya album on the shelf how it be when you lack this
(Real shit)

I seen billionaire's in New Balance and broke n in Balmain
Got millions on my dome daily, no dough even on your domain
Your hustle receding pimpin', go head go get you some Rogaine
I like diamonds and gold, but that rollie watch gone be so plain
A hundred bands on it, lame n gone say KuuL lame
I let lames talk, BM bodies call em KuuL janes
Then send em back to Cujo, cause Cujo's a puto
Real recognize real, I'm talkin' some real shit homie you know

Real shit
I told you I would come up like it nothin'
Real shit
I told you, you would see me when I'm stunting
Real shit
I told you, you should prolly hit my line
Real shit
I told you I would leave you like it's nothin
Real shit
Where you be when it's happenin', not the same me back then
(Real shit)
I been in the game kid, you stuck at practice
(Real shit)
Struck out at battin', KuuL be the captain
(Real shit)
Ya album on the shelf how it be when you lack this
(Real shit)
(Real shit)
Struck out at battin', KuuL be the captain
(Real shit)
Ya album on the shelf how it be when you lack this
(Real shit)