I'm Real (feat. Jacob Santana)

It's high end hotels
It's No more cheap flights
Now I'm in the sky with a escort
Moms get the house she wanted
It's her decor
I stumbled on steps
It wasn't alway my best forward

Singing real love
While glueing her eye lashes
Getting more fine
The more that time passes
Night time come
You ready to get active
All the x's in your past life
Just practice
Proud of you baby girl
You the full package
Passing the blunt
While we laughing in traffic
You super attractive
Laws of attraction
Think positive
If it happens it happens
Play boy Hugh Hefner
Fight like Hugh Jackman
Playing wolverine
Fight scenes re-enactment
The reason I'm rapping
To express my self
They gone disrespect you
So respect yourself
Cool as Ice Cube just check yo self
Getting Love sick
Better check your health
You Stand close to me
Then you next to wealth
But Thanks for being real
And the extra help
And that's real

It's high end hotels
It's No more cheap flights
Now I'm in the sky with a escort
Moms get the house she wanted
It's her decor
I stumbled on steps
It wasn't alway my best forward

Self made lady
Forever taking selfies
Boss at Bossa Nova
Got damn you looking healthy
Body so right
You ain't even
Working out tho
Yoga pants on
So you gotta poke it out tho
Miss independent
Running shit
Run ya mouth
Quick to run a nigga out
Tell him that you run the house
Jets out to Vegas
High limit table
Did it on your own
Got damn you so able
Niggas kill for you out here
It's so fatal
Attraction relaxing
While eating Alfredo
Playing with ya pussy
Just like it's play dough
You know everything
So you thinking you Plato
The prettiest of faces
Only care about your pesos
Better pick my pace up
I just wannna spoil you
She ain't never had a real man
Thats a loyal dude
Good morning queen
That's the text
From a royal dude

It's high end hotels
It's No more cheap flights
Now I'm in the sky with a escort
Moms get the house she wanted
It's her decor
I stumbled on steps
It wasn't alway my best forward
It's high end hotels
It's No more cheap flights
Now I'm in the sky with a escort
Moms get the house she wanted
It's her decor
I stumbled on steps
It wasn't alway my best forward

We was watching Maury Povich
It's story that I noticed
Can't remember what it was
But I know that it was bogus
Women Un-loyal
And they ways was coldest
Bunch of pretty girls
With chips on they shoulders
Sitting on the sofa
Sipping liquor with soda
We argue then break up
Then fuck for the closure
Posted on ya timeline
You love the exposure
Flowers your favorite
Roses and Doja
Did it undercover
Left Stains on the comforter
Jazzy at the beach
Got blue like a trumpeter
Branson Marsalis
Talking with my fellas
Needed some advice
For the times I was jealous
Trips out of town
Baby that's a all nighter
Work in car you a rider and a driver
Said a little much
But I say how I feel
And if a nigga can't feel me
Then a nigga ain't real

It's high end hotels
It's No more cheap flights
Now I'm in the sky with a escort
Moms get the house she wanted
It's her decor
I stumbled on steps
It wasn't alway my best forward



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Jones
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