Jeezy - The Real Is Back lyrics

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Jeezy - The Real Is Back lyrics

Same Dramas on my momma I served em like Benihana's Took the numbers down they ate em up like they piranhas Swear I had the whole hood biting like them iguanas Had them chicken tenders all lined up like the McDonald's Up early thuggin, cookin this breakfast in my pajamas Dropped a thousand but I lost 28 at least I'm honest Man these n***as lying all on tracks all on wax We don't wanna hear your imagination just state facts n***a either you did or you didn't just don't lie n***a either you was or you wasn't just don't lie Use to cop them b**hes 3 at a time call that a trio And if they jump then f** you to just like I'm Cee Lo What you know about so many bricks full of neo sh** I meant neon run it back like I'm Deon Treat them just like Pacqiuao they got a way in Can't even come outside they gotta stay in Can't put me off in the game I gotta play then Try to get that playdoh but nah don't play though Gotta a case of calling your phone whats the connection Hangup f** figurin it out bad reception And you ain't gotta be a detective just to detect it Any n***a lie to your face how you respect him In the kitchen cussin the pot like my baby momma The four way lockin the right thats baby drama Make me start deporting you n***as just like I'm Castro Any n***a play both sides, he's Donnie Brasco And I ain't seen when I was making them movies like Tarantino Last time telling you sh** bigger than Nino (bigger than Nino) Ask G-money spend it all f**ing night like the sh** was free money Like my My face on it like the sh** was me money If the dogs hit the bag then you know its D-money You know I run this sh** like Marlo these n***as Avon Had my auntie selling that sh** like it was Avon Yall know whats real or whats fake thats old shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla shake What you call it when you whipping that thang vanilla smoothie Call that sh** with jump back vanilla ooo-weee Snow is you worried bout n***as I'm like f** no Straight up outta low cast these n***as cut throat And I don't give a f** if its been bout 10 years I can come back 10 years and find cheers All I need trap life cross my belly a Makaveli Coupe got pasta seats look like spaghetti Yall ain't ready clips long as machetes I said yall ain't ready clips long as machetes Used to drive a 500 to school could f** the teacher First thing she said in the morning, "Turn off your beeper" Excuse me miss I'm tryna be P or Jay-Z If you think I'm missin out on this money you crazy And all these n***as talkin these diamonds apraise me See I'm the one that made it straight out the streets they praise me All I know one way trap and thats hard And so I trap hard and that made me a trap god Bow down and kiss the trucks I'm Bruce Leroy Sell 10 mil tomorrow I'm still a D-boy The Real Is Back