Lincoln Price - Make Real lyrics

The first thing I think when I wake up is how I'm bout to get my cake up Money's only real when you make some It ain't my fault you hating, don't you try to hold me down But y'all can keep talking, I'mma walk it out, walk it out (ha!) You a b**h homie I'm calling you out Grown a** man with Sandusky balls in your mouth (ho!) Wanna take you by the shoulders and shake you Wake the f** up, your old friends all of em hate you (Fake a**…) I can't stand these fake a** dudes A Falcon Punch to the mouth is sounding way past due When there's b**hes around, you trying hard to impress But being thirsty ain't going to get her wet so I suggest That you quit with all that ho sh** you doing for attention To paraphrase Pac, I mean a lot of dudes b**hes They only happy for you until you out-earn 'em So I'mma burn em, toss ashes, no urn and… Nah it's cool, believe me I don't need you I'mma sit back and laugh while your barely squeak through Now you crawling right back on a self-induced curfew Look dude I'm from Lancaster, I will murk you Now you yelling like f** me, but really you love me I'm the hottest topic, and ya'll can't get enough of me You'll never sit where I sit, I only operate On loyalty alone, you work a couple of face I mean we used to be close, sh** we used to be friends Now all I wanna do is blow and watch you float in the wind (BLAT) Matter fact I will rape you, take everything and spend it Sitting ducks are sitting bills I'mma trying to get me a benz Now he wanna diss back like the fake Slim Shady But these rappers ain't sick, nah they just dehydrated I floss in a new whip, you floss with a toothpick But money just a byproduct of doing what you supposed to sh** Who peeping in my window, jealous? I ain't gotta say sh**, I let Soulja Boy Tell 'Em (you!) I literally came out of nowhere to show up 7 billion wannabe millionaires hold up (hold up) So f** what you want me to know I give a f** like Greek row kids that's screaming out "yolo" But I ain't like my latitude, so I had to fix it I make the beat, spit the verse, the engineer can mix it And, to all my folks, hope you prosper in life And that "Squares Out Your Circle" been some real good advice Real women ain't concerned what this fool said You be lying to these ratchets like sleeping in a tool shed Rolled up with one and one-upped 'em But I can't tell if it's my ego or my talent yelling “f** em” Really I just said this to vent Make real, channel positive, leave negative sh**