Skyzoo - For Real(er) lyrics

–Verse 1– Stop f**ing around and be a man You either can be stuck underground or flee the land Like you can be the one in the ride who lead the band Or you can be the one on the line who need a gram Do it how they taught you on the records they brought you Your hero said he’d run outta town on Peter Pans Cool, all that resonates and all that dedicates til you outside and you see the vans I rolls on the loop with everything we about ’cause circles can’t fit no squares, it keeps em out Looped in off what the stoop is Where the pound talk is treys like Lupin Un-markeds side by side where the coupe is They c’est la vie the next Trayvon shooting I’m back to my brick in the booth sh**, my vocab paraphernalia I float around the track like Mahalia Back for the braillers, know that they drag you when you gone like you playing for Baylor That’s word to a Dennehy, and words to remember me You know it’s either that or you turn to a memory You are who you are, you can’t turn on your tendencies Prove it when we call something over, ven aqui Truck j**els while the truck move, caught it right off the deck Til’ they strip it and call it quality of life arrests –Chorus– It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er –Verse 2– They say it’s like that, money entice that The celebration is waiting like “where the lights at?” I made a way out the gate and ain’t have to hype that I put my name on a plate and they couldn’t price that I seen cops get lower than where the night’s at I seen dice turn over and push a life back I sent dough in the mail like where the kites at? They make your bro switch cells before you write back But sh** it’s like that, nothing else like this Did it alone so I don’t know what the hype is And when it’s like this and po-9 peruse by me I treat em like if all of em think that they’re Giuliani Said they got a reason to see what the aim like I trained with my left ’cause I knew they would play me right 7 days 7 nights while the 7 is upon us Que up the God number like Melo in the corner Taught us our fathers to the heavens that adorn us Caught us star gazing at the bezels that was on us Pat your own self on the shoulders Or mask on, put your name up like Quinones OG told us how he blew dollars rights before the lick hit Take ’em back, blue collar ’94 Knicks sh**, it’s like that Money entice that, the celebration is waiting like “where the likes at?” –Chorus– It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er It gets for real, and then it gets for realer Like jumping out the deck and the tape all k**er