Real Thang

Sorry Sugar Hill Gang
I had to do this

You know

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

Wads of cash turning into wads of receipts
Brother is thirty but still believes in that

Forty Two
Seater to commute

Sometimes its sad, the reality checks

Dreams are bigger, struggles are stronger
They say the harder you hit the further you
Go

The more that you want the more that you gotta
Work for

You want that rari, the good punani, Hyderabadi
Dum biriyani

Then you gotta shift gears

You see an iPhone couldn't define me

So i used to be on my htc mind boggling on
The thc

I used to be

Now I'm sipping that good, matured in halmilla
Slipping through my throat like vanilla

Making love to nicotina in the very odd places
At the very odd spaces

We are the aces, these races we wanna win
But lost in this haystack like a dropped pin

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

Ammata who cut your hair son?
Brother is an A hole, a hole enough to pull

An apple out
On this track I'm going all out

Call me douche, well that's fine
Bag I don't know about

A full of that I want that mula
Granular this life is

I'm the West Side player with the East Side
Flavor

I'm that South Side lover with the Mid West
Flavour

That paper, I'm reading not counting
So you wanna follow me to see what I be

I'm gonna leave you fooled like an optical
Illusion

Baby I like thick cut fries
I mean, I like thick chicks

Not too much
Just a couple of inches all over the place

These women with the ring on the finger seeking
Exclusivity

Woman please
You just wanna make love to me

You simply had to ask me

These days
I just, just keeping walking on my own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

Lay low on that low line
Dreaming of that high life

Lay low on that low line
Dreaming of that high life

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one

These days I just, just keeping walking on
My own

These streets are telling me, that I shouldn't
Keep real to no one