That's Real Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Abm]So sad, it's all real
NFL, it's never the real
Life as we know it,
that gon' learn to respect the game though
Can't blame some of these clowns,
they don't know
Sun don't go down, we go round
Let's do this, let's do this, break out
Yo, I hose it down for them convicts
that live in a box
And them doodle grimy niggas
that live in them spots
Venomous plots, grill 9,
Eminem
Glocks
Spin with the drops, hammer cocks
Brooklyn motherfucker,
we blend with the blocks
Live niggas,
type to spend ten on the rocks
Face slippin',
Henny straight, nothin' to chase with it
Fuck shots, cop bottles,
whole case with it
Street war,
niggas don't beef no more
See the kill for real or don't eat no more
Sleep no more,
hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right
cheek of your jaw
Blah, let's get it on with the guns drawn
Ride or die,
know it's wrong gettin' shitted on
My reply, touch you up with some
shit that'll tear your soul
Vap up if you fear the cold, that's real
I spit for my block men
Every day upstate gettin' boxed in
Stickin' mirrors through they gate
when they locked in
You can hear them when they break,
when they boxed in
That's real
I spit for my street men
All day smugglin'
Yates, pull your
Jeeps in
Never play where you lay,
we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb,
let them creep in
That's real
I break laws when I want to
Jaws when I want to
Everybody get down on the floor
when I come through
Know the rules, not the moves,
when I come to jam you
Two hammers, one in my hand,
one in a ten -wood
In general, I can care less
if it's ten of you
I'm built for stress,
we do if you make it do
Centerfield, into you,
NGU, your engine too
Mack 11, hit your
Chevy, sent it off and sent it to
Mack popped a pistol well,
copped fish scale
Used to pop a pistol quick,
copped that crispy shit
Gun still on the missile tip,
hit that main tissue shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain, tissue shit
I hit you niggas where I heard that
Where your little niggas
do they dirt dab
When they pump they work,
recognize when the motherfuckin' truth ain't here
B to
C hottest thing in the booth this year
I spit for my block men,
every day y stay gettin' boxed in
Stick your mirrors through the gate
when they locked in
Leave your hair on the brick when they boxin',
that's real
I spit for my street men, all day,
smuggle yay, put your
G's in
Never play where you lay,
we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb,
now them creepin', that's real
You know the mind and the
things that it conjure up
Even worse when you henny then,
gaunge it up, can see it now
Feed duct tape, arms and cuffs,
your conscience fucked
Pen seen beyond your blood
I ruin niggas that'll clap you up
Get locked, wait for you to get knocked,
then whack you up
Stick a motherfuckin' sword in ya
Make everybody on the block see
the motherfuckin' broad in ya
Bombin' us,
niggas need to bomb with us
Dawn with us,
bust off they crimes with us
Pride money,
Rockefeller nigga, arm your pups
Play the game for your palms,
get touched, nigga
I spit the niggas door a long time
All day casin' in the space
To keep a blade on the phone line
Keep the guards paced
so they got their own line
Still hustle on the block,
still make their own rhyme
I spit for my block men
Every day upstate gettin' boxed in
Stickin' mirrors through they gate
when they locked in
You get here on your break
when they boxed in
That's right
I spit for my street men
All day smuggle yay for your g's in
Never play where you lay,
we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, feds dumb, let em creep in
That's right
I spit for my block men,
every day y stay gettin' boxed in
Stickin' mirrors through they gate
when they locked in
You get ill when you break when they boxed in,
that's true
I spit for my street men,
all day smuggle yay, put your
G's in
Never play where you lay,
we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, fence dumb,
let em creep in, that's true
I spit for my block men,
every day y stay gettin' boxed in
Stickin' mirrors through they gate
when they locked in
You get in when they break,
when they boxin', that's strippin'
I spit for my street men,
all day, smuggle
Ye's, put your
G's in
Never play when you lay,
we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, fans dumb,
let em creep in, that's strippin'
you