YOUNG JEEZY - The Real Is Back lyrics

rate me

Say Drama that's on my momma, I serve them like benihana

Set the numbers down they ate em up like they paranhas

Swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas

Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the Mcdonald’s

Up early thuggin cookin this breakfast in my pajamas

Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least I'm honest

Man these niggas lying all on tracks all on wax

We don’t wanna hear your imagination just state facts

Nigga either you did or you didn't just don’t lie

Nigga either you was or you wasn’t just don’t lie

Use to cop them bitches 3 at a time call that a trio

And if they short then fuck you to just like I'm cee-lo

What you know about so many bricks fill up a neo

Shit I meant neon run it back like I'm Deon

Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got to weigh in

Can't even come outside they gotta stay in

Kid put me off in the game I gotta play then

Try to get that play doe but nah don’t play though

Gotta a case he calling your phone whats the connection

Hang up fuck figurin it out bad reception

And you ain't gotta be a detective just to detect it

Any nigga lie to your face how you respect it

In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma

The four aint lockin the right thats baby drama

Make me start deporting you niggas just like I'm Castro

Any nigga play both sides he Donnie Brasco

And I ain't seen when I was makin them movies like Tarantino

Last time telling you shit bigger than nino (bigger than nino)

Ask G-money

Spend it all fuckin night like the shit was free money

Like my My face on it like the shit was me money

If the dogs hit the bag then you know its D-money

You know I run this shit like Marlow these niggas Avon

Had my auntie selling that shit like it was avon

Yall know whats real or whats fake that's old shake

What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake

What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie

Call that shit with jump back vanilla oooo-weee

Snow is you worried bout niggas I'm like fuck no

Straight up outta Locash these niggas Gusto

And I don’t give a fuck if its been bout 10 years

I can come back 10 years and find cheers

All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli

Coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti

Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes

I said yall ain't ready clips long as machetes

Used to drive a 500 to school could fuck the teacher

1st thing she said in the morning turn off your beeper

Excuse me miss I'm tryna be P or Jay-Z

If you think I'm missin out on this money you crazy

And all these niggas talkin these diamonds appraise me

See I'm the one that made it straight it out the streets

they praise me

All I know one way trap and thats hard and so I trap hard

and that made me a trap god

Bow down and kiss the chucks I'm Bruce Leroy

sell 10 mil tomorrow I'm still a D-boy

The Real Is Back

Thanks to Greg for correcting these lyrics

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