I'm For Real Real
(I'm for real real)
Yeah
Prince Cat-Eyez
(I'm for real real)
Marshall Park Entertainment baby
Yo Jazz, you crazy for this track boo (I'm for real real)
Turn me up
Uh uh
(I'm for real real) Here we go
I'm for real, not for play
I ain't Prodigy or Havoc but you know I Mobb Deep
Like the Vegas summer sun, best believe I got heat
You can call me sushi roll, cuz ya boy so raw
I'm not a sketch artist but I'm quick (quick) to draw
I got punchlines like jokes but it's no laughing matter
If this is Wonderland then I'm mad like the Hatter
I bubble up like lava, laying a halt to your saga
My flow is high fashion like Balenciaga
I got bars like Fort Knox and I go for my gold
The game is always sold, never is it told
I'm a track star but you won't catch me runnin' laps
You can find me ridin' beats, spitting the illest raps
The wordplay's crazy, timing impeccable
I may not be the Hulk, but damn I'm incredible
Maybe a tad conceited, but in this game that's needed
I'm Dapper as a rapper with each verse completed
I'm for real real, not for play play
Sucker MC's, don't be fuckin' with my pay day
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
Step to the mic, I'm guaranteed to may lay
I'm for real real, not for play play
Back the fuck up, bum bitches better make way
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
I give it to you raw, and deliver same day
See me, I'm the truth in a sea of liars
Call me a 4 alarm blaze, cuz I'm on fire
Spit an ill 10, throw in 6 more for the win
It's like I'm a cyclone the way I'm gettin' spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches
Marshall Park is the squad that sew the game like stitches
Album number five, and y'all still wanna test me?
If you really got skills then put 'em up and let's see.
I stay on my job, toes never gettin' stepped on
Y'all hoes like mattresses, stay gettin' slept on
It's clear skills like mine are what the game's been missing
Bringin' the gutter back, nastier than cousins kissing
I plash like tsunami, make 'em fold like or origami
Slice the competition thin like they deli pastrami
I'm for real real, not for play play
Sucker MC's, don't be fuckin' with my pay day
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
Step to the mic, I'm guaranteed to may lay
I'm for real real, not for play play
Back the fuck up, bum bitches better make way
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
I give it to you raw, and deliver same day
Don't ya underestimate me, cuz I'ma make you hate me
And show these mutha fuckas that the cat got rabies
Champion, rapping' Don, zodiac Scorpion.
I could do this all day, from the dusk till the dawn
I'm on top of the hit list, ya better realize
Sit down and settle for your consolation prize
Don't you dare think I'm pussy because of the name
I'm a wild beast, released, that can never be tamed
So back the fuck up, or get smacked the fuck up
Dollar signs are on my mind, watch me stack the fuck up
See I'm pushing weight like barbels, me and my cartel
Set a target in my sights, and I hit my marks well
And those who oppose, and come at me the wrong way
Pack yourself a lunch, it's gonna be a long day
Cuz when you tangle with me, I'll prove you not ready
I leave bums sucking their thumbs and holding on to their teddys
Yeah
Prince Cat-Eyez
(I'm for real real)
Marshall Park Entertainment baby
Yo Jazz, you crazy for this track boo (I'm for real real)
Turn me up
Uh uh
(I'm for real real) Here we go
I'm for real, not for play
I ain't Prodigy or Havoc but you know I Mobb Deep
Like the Vegas summer sun, best believe I got heat
You can call me sushi roll, cuz ya boy so raw
I'm not a sketch artist but I'm quick (quick) to draw
I got punchlines like jokes but it's no laughing matter
If this is Wonderland then I'm mad like the Hatter
I bubble up like lava, laying a halt to your saga
My flow is high fashion like Balenciaga
I got bars like Fort Knox and I go for my gold
The game is always sold, never is it told
I'm a track star but you won't catch me runnin' laps
You can find me ridin' beats, spitting the illest raps
The wordplay's crazy, timing impeccable
I may not be the Hulk, but damn I'm incredible
Maybe a tad conceited, but in this game that's needed
I'm Dapper as a rapper with each verse completed
I'm for real real, not for play play
Sucker MC's, don't be fuckin' with my pay day
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
Step to the mic, I'm guaranteed to may lay
I'm for real real, not for play play
Back the fuck up, bum bitches better make way
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
I give it to you raw, and deliver same day
See me, I'm the truth in a sea of liars
Call me a 4 alarm blaze, cuz I'm on fire
Spit an ill 10, throw in 6 more for the win
It's like I'm a cyclone the way I'm gettin' spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches
Marshall Park is the squad that sew the game like stitches
Album number five, and y'all still wanna test me?
If you really got skills then put 'em up and let's see.
I stay on my job, toes never gettin' stepped on
Y'all hoes like mattresses, stay gettin' slept on
It's clear skills like mine are what the game's been missing
Bringin' the gutter back, nastier than cousins kissing
I plash like tsunami, make 'em fold like or origami
Slice the competition thin like they deli pastrami
I'm for real real, not for play play
Sucker MC's, don't be fuckin' with my pay day
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
Step to the mic, I'm guaranteed to may lay
I'm for real real, not for play play
Back the fuck up, bum bitches better make way
Cuz I'm for real real, not for play play
I give it to you raw, and deliver same day
Don't ya underestimate me, cuz I'ma make you hate me
And show these mutha fuckas that the cat got rabies
Champion, rapping' Don, zodiac Scorpion.
I could do this all day, from the dusk till the dawn
I'm on top of the hit list, ya better realize
Sit down and settle for your consolation prize
Don't you dare think I'm pussy because of the name
I'm a wild beast, released, that can never be tamed
So back the fuck up, or get smacked the fuck up
Dollar signs are on my mind, watch me stack the fuck up
See I'm pushing weight like barbels, me and my cartel
Set a target in my sights, and I hit my marks well
And those who oppose, and come at me the wrong way
Pack yourself a lunch, it's gonna be a long day
Cuz when you tangle with me, I'll prove you not ready
I leave bums sucking their thumbs and holding on to their teddys
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Vuocolo
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