KC Da Beatmonster - Ain't Real lyrics

[Verse 1: KC Da Beatmonster] Motherf**ers ain't real no more Claiming that they cool but they hating on the low Saying that they fam but they really ain't yo bros The n***as out here ain't selling I know How in the hell could you not want to win How in the hell could you not want this paper Hell no I don't want no new friends Matter of fact you can keep all your favors How in the hell could you not want to grind How in the hell could you not want to shine How in the hell could you not want a Rolo With so many diamonds that you couldn't tell time How could you not want to count this paper Get you a crib with a elevator Upgrade that b**h with some escalators Add a ton of acre just to show the haters How in the hell could you not want a Benz How in the hell could you not want the fans How in the hell you call yourself a rapper Without no bars, what the f** is you saying [Hook: KC Da Beatmonster] Motherf**ers ain't real no more Motherf**ers ain't real Motherf**ers ain't real no more Motherf**ers ain't real How in the hell you call yourself a rapper How in the hell How in the hell you call yourself a trapper How in the hell How in the hell you call yourself a rapper How in the hell How in the hell you call yourself a trapper How in the hell [Verse 2: Prodigy] n***a can't level with me, I pull up n***a can't war with me, I pull guns Pull on triggers, get rid of these f**s Motherf**er, pull on smoke, get rid of my stress They want to be me but they not though They want to be us but they not so Sharpen they brain, these n***as is plain Broke for life a** n***a get paid How in the hell do you look at your kids How in the f** do you look in the mirror I ain't got time, n***a I'm blind Def and dumb to punk sh** and that's real Serious as f**, twenty years proving it Gotta show a dumb n***a how I do again Gotta cut another n***a from the crew again We true to this, we ain't new to this And that's old school game Slow n***a, we dropped out and we made it Living that life, n***a so fraud he heard shots And dropped dead but he faking [Hook] [Verse 3: Boogz Boogetz] I used to play the block at the post up I was at the corner with the toast up Mobbing in the hood, n***a everywhere I'm good Tell the paparazzi come and get a close up Yeah I used to get my piff straight from uptown Now I'm balling like a b**h, n***a what now I ain't never been a snitch I ain't never ever switched Far Rock everyday you hear them guns sound Waiting for the damn labels to start signing me Nowadays all these rappers want to sign to me You should trap around the clock Mix some work up in the pot Now a n***a made it off the block finally Pardon me, n***as nerves is like Carlton Banks Throwing shots but they shooting blanks Nah I ain't talking about a gold chain When I'm out in MIA with my Cuban link You a fake n***a and your shoes is fake I been on the road, I got moves to make Got a house by the lake, couple grand in the safe Yeah a n***a so fly I could use a cape I do my own thing, I got my own way So I could give a f** about how you feel no more Used to be the bro, now you acting like a hoe I guess [Hook]