Horseshoe Gang - Let's Be f**in' Real lyrics

[Hook: Julius] Let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real Let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real Le-le-le-let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real) Let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real) n***a, let's be f**in' real; my n***a, let's be f**in' real Are we gone be real my n***a? Let's be f**in' real Le-le-le-let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real) Let's be f**in' real (Real, real, real, real, real) [Verse 1] Okay, y'all rappers should stop your jokin' Your music ain't thought-provoking n***a, you make songs for hoes At best, you just thot-provoking I mean, where are all the b**hes that spit? The game need more women and sh** I mean Iggy dope, Nicki dope, Angel Haze is dope But that's the end of the list I miss rappers like MC Lyte, she had a lot of sh** to say When the last time you've seen a b**h spit aggressively? Oh, when Solange spit at Jay? Maaan, Hip Hop losin' it's edge; you fans should take a stand We went from "f** The Police" to "Bandz a Make Her Dance" I don't wanna hear no more rappers say they hustle crack n***a I hustle rap, shut yo' trap, f** yo' trap n***a be hollerin' bout pitchin' that white girl But you ain't pitchin' no white girl n***as sellin' to their own kind, n***as so blind Man I'm so sick, I might hurl I'm a keep dissin' y'all n***as Go ahead and act all up in arms We can beef n***a, I won't run I just buy more guns, yeah n***a, up my arms I mean, who gone f**in' harm me? Better have a f**in' army I'm from the Shoe Gang, so horseshoe be my lucky charm [Hook] [Verse 2] Maan, what the f** is up? Don't f** with us Dem Shoe boys dem rude boys Why the blood clot you wanna rough with us? Hip Hop losin' its edge The whole industry is nothin' but p**y A n***a like me trynna f** p**y Y'all f**boys just want bu*t p**y So-called thugs in videos dress like f*gs and I'm like WOW!! I ain't feelin' that sh**, not one bit, but look that's your lifestyle Wait, let's be real though, I don't mean disrespect to Digg yo In the 70s & 80s, n***as like Furious Five was dressed like weirdos n***as still use autotune, huh? f** it, do what you need to bruh But if you a rapper consistently usin' autotune Then you weak as f** I'm bangin'! I'm bangin'! I'm famous momma, I'm bangin' f** that, I'm a bang this llama, I'm crazy Promise, insane asylums I sleep in n***as be on WorldStar talkin' bout weak beef They don't never talk about police beef I'm a find a racist cop's address It's gone be a Spike Lee retweet repeat Who dissin' the COB and sh**? Where he at? I'm a find this b**h He gotta bada** wife? I'm a tap that twice I ain't likin' her eyes [?] [Hook]