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Alright
It's been a while since I said something real
But the rap game fake, too fake to feel
You feel me
I met a girl who talked like she looking

when she cries
Not a day that goes by and she doesn't look so nice
Swear to God every time i look into her eyes
Maybe you can call us toxic with all

I'm surrounded by these ring lights, I was looking for a halo
Can you show me an angel, queen of my heart to put her cards on the table
They say love

Money Is My Bitch

Nas

I Am...The Autobiography

1999

keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big
She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions
Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster

her from the start and put her on camera
I kept it hustling with you bitches
Kept it real hustler
You fuckin with a gutta nigga
So you will suffer

(Trap trap)
My heart like a mic when I see her, it just drop
Zoomin' in a thot, go to Mars up on a yacht
My lil' baby by my side, yeah she my livin' rock

loved her, it wasn't a front
I was down by 9 she ain't want me to punt
So a nigga up and left then fucked me a bunch
Bend her over on the bed I gotta grab

her, and I'm fucking with her

It's a lot of bitches on me I'm good
On to the next like a real nigga would
Focused on the racks like a real nigga should

I just popped an addy, then she sent me her addy
I roll up a fatty, now I'm feeling mad happy 
Made a promise to be honest, like Madrid I'll be Real

(Voom)
Or shit

Running from the house to the car
Let her drive she a star, (She a star)
Gave her a letter she a read
Jumped in the pool by the bed

Say

real slow
Exotic dancer her thong gotta glow
Shaking that ass and she give me a show
By the end of tonight this bitch finna blow
Getting her wet yeah her

Diamonds on my neck, I be shinnin ear to ear
Phased out by my problems In my voice can't you hear
This new B*tch on my hip
If I give her d*ck I might kill

give me yours and I'll give you my soul
Book a jet, tell me where you wanna go
Show you the real me, I'm dropping my guard
Let her go shopping, I give

part
I made a promise, left my heart forever scarred
I keep it silent, I'm ghetto rockstar
A letter to the real ones
As time go by, you gotta move

Said she was hungry I take her for sushi
Bring her back home now she actin real bougie
She gettin too comfy she really a groupie
I speak with my mind

Set trip by myself, I don't give a fuck
Tenth grade stripping pasias, make 'em give it up
Yeah they cool, but I don't know no nigga real as us
I

She is all real inside out doesn't post embellished life
Knows to handle things and stands up for her rights
And she's still walking walking for you

Yeah
Ouu Ohh Ouu (It's Flexon From Heaven)
Told her "Come see me one more time"
I been tryna get inside your head so I can make it right
And I know

On My Way

Jadakiss

Kiss tha Game Goodbye

2001

to NY to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hard head bitch
And she enjoy riffing when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in

I keep a Drake with me 
These niggas make believe yo bitch ain’t safe with me 
What’s on my lap? Maybe my strap, maybe it’s Maybeline
All that cash

Let me tell y'all about a fairy tale
About a beautiful black woman
Once upon a time not long ago
I met a little cutie with a pick in her 'fro
I said

having her fiending
Pocket rocket hot pocket
Point the choppa at your socket
Got the heater like Wasabi
Hit it from the back, she call me Papi
She suck it

This is a wraith
The stars looking great
Q mill in the safe
Was cracking the chase
While fucking her face
They dismissed the case
Drink four for

You can't dissect it, never neglected that the pain is real
I stand corrected
Every second sheds the pain I feel
My hand deflected clever deception