Master Majj - Executive Realness lyrics

Realness all day! Realness all day! [Verse 1] If I was to be a father I would learn from Kenny Rogers Reach for the whiskey, bypa** the Henny bottles A gambler, running away from Morgana That new chancellor Trynna take a chance on my stamina Beam me up to the 80s, my login is Kenny Loggins Straight to the Danger Zone Dammit mane, I'm home KC is for Keyshia Cole, Is Kenneth Cole related? How come my connection to him is never debated (huh?) I'm just a hope carrying proletariat In a world of have-nots it's overbearing The notion of failing I won't bare with it I don't care with it I'm so fearless My Uncle Swanny says... "f** the cowards and the naysayers!" Maydayyyyy! You falling off and you ain't got no prayer And the real n***as know to keep the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! [Hook] They stay k**ing Kenny But he come back ALWAYS Certified, Executive Realness ALL DAY Why lie? The extreme divide of the Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! [Verse 2] Evidently you can never check me Unless you're setting records like you're Kenny Chesney And I fight for everything, even my sanity You be surrounding me with lies and insanity Why the f** must I explain what it means to be Black and poor? Ad nauseum you've heard the story tracked before I won't elaborate on Blackness in America Rather get the dynamite Collapse every barrier (Boom!) I'm advocating for myself That's how I move through the public a**istance system in stealth What makes you look at me like I want to commit a crime? No tats, no piercings, and I never did a line Don't play with me, you coke heads sniffing (flour!) You should be afraid of what I'm doing next, I'm a stalwart Not one those ba*tards robbing Baskin Robbins Where my validation for not being part of the problem? [Repeat Hook] [Verse 3] I need candy on my cigar Zoning out to Kenny G Might play the sitar But focused on that getty green You walk around with herpes and don't even f**ing know it But you worried where my dick is going like you want a dosage You gotta comment but you'd rather be blogging it Face hidden, name changed, you a**holes anonymous How you part lips in a cinch? Ass out, jeans labeled Abercrombie and (b**h!) Lemme call Kanye Oh I mean Kenny West He could fill me in on the real, send me plenty texts All these young boys looking for Daddy to feed em To get by they turn trick Exposure indecent Falling in these traps ain't the business But it's a surplus of hoes underselling their stock, what's the difference? Real n***as know to keep the hustle-hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE! Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!