YOUNG JEEZY - The Realest lyrics

rate me

Ft. YG

(Verse)

Supercharger, the same color as PJ

I got a champagne range

Pick niggas off, I got a night scope aim

Audio, video, ya caught on tape

That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate

In 98' I took them trips down to Lauderdale

Back and forth, like Aaliyah

Chances of getting rich is like one in a million

Or mo' like 2 in a billion

Flashing lights, my mind's playing tricks on me

But the mini van still do tricks homie

Swear the feds just staring at a nigga

Ya know, ya feeling ya heart fall into ya feet

Summertime niggas still riding wit the heat

Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino

Real niggas luv me becuz I talk that lingo

(Hook)

And I'm the muthafucking realist

They lies, they phonies, they fakes

These niggas ain't neva sold the weight

And I'm the muthafucking realist

They lies, they phonies, they fakes

These niggas ain't neva sold the weight

And I'm the muthafucking realist

They lies, they phonies, they fakes

These niggas ain't neva touched the weight

And I'm the muthafucking realist

They lies, they phonies, they fakes

These niggas ain't neva touched the weight

And I'm the muthafucking realist

(Verse 2)

Nowadays the GT's Glock black

The shoes on that muthafuckin' three eighty chrome

Got to be careful what ya say on the phone

I'm thirty six O's away

From giving the mic up and going back to the streets

What's the difference, I still eat the same

A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same

Ya niggas rapping bout blow, like it's a fad

Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryin' to set trends

Cuz everybody knows how that brick road ends

Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard

Until then, I'mma make it snow blizzards

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

I stay on the block, and risk my life

Day in and day out until a nigga sold out

Ya niggas playing, I show ya what that street shit bout

Hit ya right up wit them thangs, and come back wit the chains

Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave

Eitha way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale

Ya rapping ass niggas ain't neva sold no yams

I'm talking sucker free Sundays and iced-out Mondays

Pin up Tuesdays and body tap Wednesdays

Ya was in the studio, I was on the block

In the kitchen at the spot going hard wit the blocks

Twenty five fo' the 4 ways, choppers by the door ways