flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real What
my flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real
beach on bicycles pedalin' Quit meddling in my business I'm a grown man I leave no witnesses, I'm a known man I understand reality to the fullest And plan
!) Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical (uhh c'mon) And no words from Ca$h mouth is fiction (what?) Ready to throw clips if, I'm never dissin
: Che Che Che Che Check Yo, Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like im thick And im, Real tired
these yout' man like to go on, busting shots in the crowd when there's a show on, they're just putting a show on. Real gangsters stay underground like non-fiction
me... see nigga it's a difference between a documentary in a movie you know what I mean it's cocaine music 4.5 real life non fiction you niggas characters
down boxed up in the ground It's wartime now for how the sufferin sound We deep in the Realm The planet petrified overwhelmed We all stars livin life
You might think you've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It
?) Money in the ceilin, stashed in the buildin Poppin penicillin, damn i'm hurtin niggas feelings soulja boy the truth, that's real pimpin' I spit real ish, def'ly not fiction
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot, hot fiction Like I'm runnin' a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction Like I'm running a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don't
into the path or righteousness might get dissed those who pump a fist but aint right with this i increase rhymes wacks and weak minds if it aint real
dont play. Verse3: Yall should know by now I dont play around. I got all these fake niggas leavin town Only real niggas understand my vision While back thought I was fiction
C-c-check, yo Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these
lie that's how I know you're a made-up fictional character that lives in the sky yeah it's all just a con it's all just a scam God ain't real it's just
'm walking seeing the hand of men Destroying the land. Is the future on my side? Evolution Self destruction Space battles in the fifth war Science fiction is for real
