Danny Dee Beats - Something Real lyrics

(Sip Jackson) Verse 1: Southeren playalistic vocab toe tag the beat. So formulaic with it Just playing for kicks. Play round over the snare and the kicks I share and I fix. Ignorant wit these h**n bricks I flip over tracks, pen or pencil I'm pharaoh in this King Tut n***a, you see I glare and I gliss Kush blunts, I'm slumped. I rarely share when I twist I'm really high, and I can barely tell where I'm is I heard you saving these hoes while n***as sharing yo b**h I'm digging graves wit these flows, go head and lay in yo ditch The music speak to my soul, the b**hes say I'm the sh** Them n***as say that I'm cold, I'd rather say that I'm rich I'd rather kick a few flows so I can pay for new kicks I'd rather stay on the road before I stay where I live Can't be another statistic. They'll never stop my progress These n***as seeking intel, they'll never stop my process I'm from a place where n***as rarely make it out them projects And where police prolly off duty when they out on patrol And where they so infatuated wit the price of objects And where they carry pistols that'll knock you outta yo soles Don't get slippin. And, I ain't crippin. n***a, I ain't ya cuz I don't feel you. You unfamiliar. I ain't your blood I'm just a n***a with a vision A n***a with a diction that can probably cause addiction A n***a from the Dixie, tryna find a pot a piss in In the kitchen, cooking up these sixteens for six rings, Scottie Pippen And, I'm just speakin from the heart I hope you listening (Cale Charles) Verse 2: I'm looking for something real Yesterday, met a woman for who I'd k** And, I'm cautious bout who I deal with That's how I know she was a ill chick One of them Dolce Gabana heels fit well with lil mama's realness Revlon lip liner still stuck on the L tip Selfish, like "Do you work at Pike's Place?" Wonder how you might taste. I'm guessing red velvet or white cake Or, a medley of diced steak I'm so ready. She like, "Wait." You cool and all, but I ain't trynna get too involved with the rapper type who only shoot for stars And, while main concerns are shoes and cars, I'm through with y'all Move along. Do a song About how much you hate these stupid broads like me And, how I'm gonna regret my neglect, and lack of respect for who you and all your homeboys might be I'll take my chances, and reject your advances Sleep next to a man with financial advantage Me, I understand it. Some of life's curveballs are underhanded And, women like her don't care how candid you are Long as that money tree thats planted don't fall Most of these b**hes is scandalous dogs. And they still got me running Still got me running. Still got me running Most of these b**hes is scandalous dogs. They got me running still Cuz I'm looking for something real