Drumma Boy - Definition of Real lyrics

The definition of a real n***a Ask about me, they gonna see I keep it real, n***a Young thug, keeping racks from behind the wall I ain't even gotta ask, she gonna drop a droll I ain't even gotta ask, I make the f**ing laws Being known from the back, take this f**ing low Dollar bill and gold packs, never f**ing low And I watch my trap jump like a f**ing frog [Verse 1:] Ready? All this money is my ID Gs on the watch, you see it before you see me I'm on the L like the TV Kush got me high, you f** n***as can't reach me Uh, you f** n***as can't teach me Ask around the hood, young Turk, I'm an OG Ride around your hood at anytime at a slow speed I'm stacking money and it's higher than a nosebleed Yeah, getting high near shawty Get without a deal, I'm getting high, lil shawty Take a microscope just to see you n***as balling All this cash got your main b**h calling [Hook:] Uh, it is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real [Verse 2:] Turn it on, what it do, what the deal real? I'm a show you n***as what the f** the real is All my n***a Turk for nessin, why you stressin? Will come till that chess, instead they're counting all my blessings Bunk home nesting, they're warming with a woman I want my lucie g fat and you won't say nothing to 'em But now is what you call at the swear tone Get the cable on, I'm a let that bad tone Put that one hundred Gs in, I'm a buy a Gs in And yet the sh** hard, I just make it look easy Fifty thousand for the Rolly, watch it front the digit Said it, I ain't with your b**h, I might grab a digit [Hook:] Uh, it is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real [Verse 2:] I had a chat with the mirror on the wall And she said that I am the realest of them all My cash right, my stash righ, look at that b**h ball I balls right like car right, with Lil Joe and hustle You ain't never been no snitch I ain't never been no will Make my own money, my own laws, ain't never get no pill f** with me, I might trip, lose my mind, just might flip Convicted fellow with no mel, but my real n***as got clips I'm so sorry to find, so genuine, for the money I'm so anxious Got thing for the link and despite of that, you're brainless And I don't talk to strangers, oh, no, you ain't post soon Main women go way back, still s**ing with my all crew [Hook:] Uh, it is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real It is what it is It is what it is It is what it is If you're looking at me, then, you're looking at the real