Curtis Williams - How To Be Real lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to Big U Real Real n***a Yal better chill Two-9 wa**up 8-0-8 Mafia How to be real [x12] [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] How to be real Some n***as don't but some n***as will I'm shooting to k** Jumpin to ride or shooting to k** I'm taking the shot I'm drinking that gin or shooting to k** My b**hes so real My b**hes so real My b**hes so real You k**in' my vibe I'm up in that b**h I'm getting a thrill I'm popping that thing She poppin' that p**y like it is a pill I come from the burg Some n***as are fake most n***as are real Some n***as get k**ed I don't drink n' drive she takin' the wheel Hundred thousand dollars round my neck, yes n***a I'm down to ride for my respect, yes Man, yal just don't understand Since I was a lil' n***a yea I've been poppin' them rubber bands God damn [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] If I didn't have a deal I'd still have a mil My n***as thuggin' out in public f** it I guess nobody told you How to be real [x12] [Verse 2: Curtis Williams] Yeah uhh, how to be real Im repping Two-9 I f** with the game (Two-9) How to be real I'm f**ing her once I don't know her name Smoking that loud I'm breaking it down and rolling it up (cash) That money gon' come I'm stacking it up Can't f** this sh** up (cash) These n***as is lame These n***as just talk These n***as ain't real (fake) My young n***a with it And I ain't gonna touch it he gripping it still She come to the crib She have a good time but don't get to stay That pack on the way Man that pack on the way, that pack on the way Young rich n***as we don't f** with you n***a I be flexing out in public who the f** is you n***a Get a mil my n***a split it with the crew n***a Take his main b**h from him show him what to do with it, huh [Hook]