Search results for 'real the live feel by sizzla' Page #687

that it might work
I'm really not about the light work
I think we need to cut the smoke alarm
Cause every track is fire
I'm just tryna keep it real (feel

tube in my throat disturb talk
Mechanisms in my head
Bionic implants vibrate on my back
Skin is burned Squirm like in bout
eye augmentations Obsessed by

your very own life is the real cost
You need help; it's either spiritual or medical
Cos you can't live your life dependent on chemicals
You a slave!

And i've been movin' real alone here (Alone)
I'm so alone (Alone)
Why am I here baby, can I know, huh? (Wanna know)
Am I here to learn to live or just come

For this smithen

I was raised by real OG's
Yo OG was IG
Im not them
And they not me
Ok

Control c
Yeah they copy
They don't want no static
Nah
Im Like

To stick it to our parents and the ones
Who always stand in the way
You and I both know the ocean doesn't
Stop at the lines by the edges of the sands
Near

up HR
I need my payoli hit like peyote I might just pop out with the Rollie
Cause bitches talking like they know me haters be trynna decode me I feel

was Milly
A real live wire
Dancing till they tied her down
Till they tied her down


If you move alright 
You can see me every night
But you know you

peace
Some niggas go to war for this
I've been getting so much fake love
Real nigga, there ain't no award for this
When I'm in my feelings I just take

live it up
Blinded by the lying instead of crying
I remember what they said and made them eat it up
I'm still a real one so I wish them luck
You want me

else besides me
And I ain't did nothing but show you I'm the best
But it's all cool I guess this the break up

Y'all been begging for that real shit well

from ya moms 
I'm in that family tree, dropping like apple bombs 
I live the big pic, full motion extravaganza
You like to question my ways
I love

agenda
Another vision 
You were given 
You live your life in somebody else light
Even if the phone service 
Is out of service
 I call it out 
Abandoned

is fucking fire
I'm just tryna keep it real (feel me?)
Distributor pay the bills (weekly)
Before, she didn't want to fuck with me
Now she wanna to know

got that O, got that offense
That's a foul, they like how? Betta call it
33, 33, 35, all live
Physicality and mastery of crafts are acquired

Why am I

we'll be happier tomorrow
Live a life you think you need, as told by a computer screen
Pictures of the good times don't mean you're living them

Fighting

speakers
Can you feel the fever? I kill and beat the beat up
I'm a real Mc and not another Justin Bieber, Jesus
Face it
My fist of fury rips away your faces

all the violence
To break away through the silence
Bring death to any time
They threaten by the aliance
Suggest you remain quiet
You reckon
We

hurting, lifestyle uncertain
Life pass by while I'm passing out the bourbon 
Hatching master plans that will take us further
Real cream rise, can't never be

I would die for so many but I won't live for any
Takes me less than a second to switch it back to petty
I need a set of model coffins for the beats

nights ain't enough I need another day
I be willin in the whip I'm bumpin Kevin Gates
Or my self gap got the hardest 808
My trap feel super wen I'm bumpin

ain't make it home
I hope I leave a piece of me inside of everybody's soul
I'm tired of bein' consumed by drugs and alcohol
If I can't live on my own,

See love is for negligent motherfuckers who don't realize
The real eyes see where all the fear lies
I feel like
It's my time
To go shine
Hear "go

Yeah
A lot has changed in a year
Had the real ones stay
And the fakes disappear
I was tired of people saying shit under they breath
Say with your