Tanya Morgan - For Real lyrics

rate me

I usually rock around 92 BMP

They say I rock like its 94

But I don't know if that's some kinda flaw

This shit feels like im sittin in a Commodore

She kinda fly but might have some kinda sores

Is that a real one

Or what they accuse Nikki of

Feel son, for never lettin fools trip me up put it on the glass

I got issues, still they put me in the mags

Classic don't mean shit

Cus yall apply the word to works too recent

I applied to work employed by 6th Sense

I provide the vibe the Native Tongues greenlit

And even if my body's locked can't trap my soul

Cus Eric B and Rakim taught me all I know

Guest professor, I guess I'll let the streets lecture

No tuition snuck in all semester

Green bottle, brown liquor, red cup

Clear goggles, red fitted, black Chuck

Norris, bad ass to the nth degree

And I don't have bad days, they have me

Credit check, dues paid, ends meet and separate

I'ma stretch em out until they both straight

Catch up? You late!

Browse the catalog like you Christmas shopping dog

Over this 6th instrumental

You get a phone number from a lightskin ho

I just offended you huh?

It's a quote and my quandrant never quantizes or quits

My fly shits the shit

Chocolatey to the sister of ya mami B

And Nesquik to ya next chick

I walk through Bed Stuy blastin Spec Flix

Gimme a check that is enough to exit

It's cliche but we on that next shit