Mike Dean - For Real lyrics

Verse 1: I got this coffee pot of white soap Stuck my hanger down the center When I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch Cause out of 36 ounces this motherf**er brought me 20 back I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 And these goddamn streets ain't going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks Gotta make my money back Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets To get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherf**in skrill That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' k**ed For real Chorus: (scratching and mixing) All I have is this small skrilla Verse 2: I know this n***a run this game of life So motherf**in sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights Cause he done come across with sh** so shade That mutha f**ers comin with clips to locate him Ain't no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him And once the got him they gon' sure waste him This ain't no mutha f**in joke n***a it ain't worth it And even if your mother gets in it you can't surface It was all purpose Just like that bullsh** you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in n***a and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine When a n***as 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this f**in paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherf**er got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I'm gon finalize him Just to let a n***a know I'm for real and down to die for mine And I'm for real about this mutha f**in skrill That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin k**ed For real Chorus Verse 3: Game made a big shift since eighty-six when I started Seems like n***as with hustle got outsmarted Cause now they wanna an*lyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap And even though I plotted hittin' n***as for ends I never took out straps and shot gats at friends It was all about being for real where I was from Where very few n***as came real but I was one I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle Living life being caught up in this mutha f**in' gamble The game made to be changed but the n***as still started Cocaine seems to be blamed for the n***as gettin slaughtered How many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha f**er whose gang came from your homies block n***as get caught up in the paper chase And lose respect for the game That was honored before the cake was made Chorus