Lyrics:
Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah)
(Alright)
so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'?
Alright for the real
revenge on my mind
'Cause you took out my heart and you broke it apart into pieces
That love wasn't real
Sorry for waisting
Baby that time was impatient
want I don't give a damm
Because I know who I am I'm the better man
I been puffing exotic depression is killing me
And I know what you think it's not
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
built by my own pursuit
A martyr of my own desire, my own pain
Realizin' the battle is fought in vain
Shit I know the struggle's real, but so is recovery
is make woopie
your my pink cookie.
Not a wookie
when you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
you got the sexual
I’m Black
Usually when I say that I’m
I’m talking bout my name and not my skin tone
But this time is something different
Cause I’m a Black man
But If
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah (soo)
Let's take a modern day stroll (woah)
This is the modern day, ho
Last time I checked, we was runnin' the globe (go)
to put that out there, Bun
Because a lot of niggas doin' lot of
Fugazi shit out here, man
Love me, save me, tell me, try me
All you do is lie to me
love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my side
While I'm on my grind
Livin this life of mine
Blows my mind
And she one of a kind
This
have to drill ya
All my enemies buried for the
Shit that they did
Don't make me murder you nigga
If my enemies love their kids
Bodies is wrapped in
breaking
Money is spent like I'm rolling in Vegas, moves are the stankest
Songs on your phone seem to stay in rotation
Listen real close, this a different
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
and this is for you male thots
Remission help with the bills if you livin' at your female's spot
(Five) thou shall not steal, not even from the rich
But
my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay
It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit,
moving I never stay idle
Get in my way I dunk on you like Michael
Ain't gonna fall, I stand tall like the Eiffel
This is for real, nah this ain't a recital
with skills that are clever
But I escape by wandering from this world to the next
A hero in every story-with the video games I trek
I don't drink
like a roti
Shall I proceed, donating heat to Lil ogs
This real rap 'ull overheat your little dome piece
If you throwing shots, it better be with
not faded
I can't be at home i'm really in these streets for real
And I don't even know who really for me this shit deep for real
I don't say anything
the zone trying to put together a synopsis
Cuss and they fuss cuz they not this
You fuckin with us is preposterous
I can put a hole in yo head and yo head in
selling me
Taking full bags to the dome, I ain't never leaving home
Ain't felt love in so long, got my heart turning stone
But when in Rome
Indulgence is
a good shape
Let me not get ahead, this is just the intro
Get all the guap, all the cheese like pimento
Me and the team wanna see the money inflow
They
what time it is
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there
Discuss these this is not real love main mix by george michael Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In