D'Shaun - Real lyrics

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D'Shaun - Real lyrics

[Verse 1] n***a this that God-feeling Whooo Take it all in Then look at the flick of the wrist!! n***a im balling She calling We ignoring Don't acknowledge Like a old whip She got mileage Brain like college With no knowledge Or scholarship This is it for me n***a Had a white girl called her tiffany n***a Sadder then hell when she split from n***a But girls are like buses in 15 I'm Good Whipping that whip My left hand on the wood Raised in the Verse' I put that on my hood Super fresh n***a I'm clean then a tub Step out the crib When i walk you see suds Ahhhhhh [Vamp] Cuss I be k**ing shows Cream in my wallet like Oreos Rocking that Gold like I'm Wario Yeah that's yo' girl But she still want me though My n***a I ain't playing Db hit the booth & go Super Sayian These n***as is fishy, they swim in the water I'm Long John with silver I'm fish filleting My n***a got the tommy He a hill figure! But we only rock Polo though bro Never no Hilfigure 12 come asking questions My lips is sealed n***a And if i ever 'member anything That my n***a said It's keep it real n***a cuss [Hook] Everybody wanna be a Real n***a Everybody wanna be a Trill n***a Everybody wanna be a Real n***a But everybody ain't Real n***a I said Everybody wanna be a Real n***a Everybody wanna be a Trill n***a Everybody wanna be a Real n***a But everybody ain't Real n***a Keep it real, keep it Real Reppin' the South I am Trill, I am Trill A n***a come down, & you knowing the deal I'm out to make bills make bills, make bills, Uh x2 Keep it Real my n***a [Verse2] Quarterbacking it n***a Pockets on cheese I'ma Mack with it n***a Post in that paint like I'm Shaq with it n***a Ride in the back of the Lac' with my n***a I'm about Action & fashion Flashing & smashing But that's from the rapping I'm about cashing & stashing Bragging no lacking But that's from the trapping Everybody wanna be so Trill But they never been to Texas Dog they ain't real Styrofoams filled With Jermaine O'Neal And my n***as is shooters Like Damian Lill' I gotta all gold grill My n***as smoke on k** Her a**etts get filled I'm still tippin' still Grip the wheel When i peel Serving meals Signing deals A n***a tryna' make a Mill AHHH! [Vamp] [Hook] [Outro] Higher winds than Chicago Ball like Sefolosha, n***a Thabo Money working out like it was Tae-bo All my n***as Down 4 life like Fabo New God Flow