Lupe Fiasco - 4 Real lyrics

[Hook] My heat too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Forreal, not only holding we bust Err'Day in the street my heat too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Forreal, not only holding we bust Err'Day in the street my heat too hard, I'm scarin' 'em Forreal, not only holding we bust I'm a pimped out n***a that walk with canes Talk with slang, who ball from New York to Spain [Verse 1] Here's the issues, pistols next to what I piss through I speak, get it clear like lalique crystals Keep a vigil, your peeps want me to sleep where the fish do So when I sleep I keep my eyes open like a fish do So official, he's a give to, give to them who ah Wanna see me in hell like breathin' in With nines to blow my mind like Eve and Gwen Don't speak to him, he get offended by words And send in them bird(???) to get him disturbed While they got in their cars and protectin' their pockets like Revenge of The Nerd, ob-serve, games I play no like Injured ankle, pulled hamstring gla** half empty but full canteen They always wanna rub you off when you lamping but... [Hook] [Verse 2] It's the young capital, L-U from the Avenue Brush natural(???) in suttin' plus casual Lay a mac to get the mackerel(???), hush mad atchu Plus bullet stack crush clavicle and other bones Run up in ya mother homes, still in the office hustle on I got the forte of a young Boston Jorge who want horse play? Thorough Breds wit colt 45's in a Porsche Bring it to your doorway, we all from the streets But you do it the Broadway, you know? The kid handle who Toys better, you better play right like Andrew Lloyd Webber Never, change when I'm back at the source n***as chains in the back of the Source So I gotta watch for that rob report, rock watches out the Robb Report And cop copper out the cop revolver [Hook] [Verse 3] This the n***a that, push lambs in brook-land Party with thieves, keep geneves at inner in the sleeve And cook grams, you wanna see me oxed up, propped up Judge cotched up over my cases, me and K Swiss, please Small drop for the races, rocks for the bracelets Glocks for the waist, you ain't want what I pulled out The dressing draw, get pulled out like dresser draws Now undress till you draw, raw salmonella, 40 cal. Carrera Excel-or, right on top like umbrella, wait young fella Hold your horses like Trojan forces, of course this is Scarriets (???), ya'll sweet like chariots, I move work Like Marriotts(???), still pimpin', hustlin' in the same Clothes like the Simpsons, n***as keep your distance [Hook 2x]