Soulja Boy - Let's Be Real lyrics

[Verse 1] Jumping off the roof God damn, where's my parachute? Pretty boy goons All we know is money and the loot 40 on my troop 80 drop top, I'm on the loose f** the F.B.I. and f** all the Army troops Fighting for what, b**h? Be your own man I be flying through the clouds With green like I'm Peter Pan I be so damn high Man, you don't understand I just talked to God today I said "Give me another chance!" So I'm back in the hood And I'm trying to flip the bands I done put the double cup And pulled up the kickstand Now the hoes on my dick Cause the tats on my hands And my hand gripping wheel Behind the 2012 van Mane, I pull up in the truck And my goons duffled up Got the bricks and the kush In the loud pat whaat Mane, you know what's going down When I pull up in the drop and Everybody on me Cause the album just dropped Mane, the Juice mixtape Got the hood on fire I'mma keep hitting licks Til my young a** retire And I'm posted in the back of the coupe I'm on fire If a n***a think he got me He's a goddamn liar! And I'm posted on the wall Like a god damn fly I'm a young pretty goon You can see it in my eye I done hit 20 licks And I can't tell you why And I can't tell you where Got goons in Delaware Knock your heads off your shoulder If you try to think I'm scared Mane, I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em b**h I tote the infrared Got the tats on my neck Got the tats on my chest Got the Super Saiyan Swag Yes, my goons off of this Mane you hoes talking down But you really don't know Got a couple bills that'll Get your a** knocked off the globe [Verse 2] Gucci better, Louis Kicks I can't even talk no sh** Young Soulja Boy, I'm on the block I'm looking like 5o bricks Walking like a walking lick Talking like a chicken coupe Running round the city and my goons Are on the f**in loose 2012: yes, salute! Money sitting in the booth Drop-top Phantom Converted to a Benteley Coupe Switched the Lambo truck For the brand new Audi though 100 million dollars got me walking like Shawty Lo Walk inside the studio I promise I'mma get it in 50 kick shawty Soulja Boy, I'm bout to bring em in! Drop top Lexus I done flipped into a Benz doe S.L. 56 siggin on 4th of July doors I think I don't know Young Lil Dre I dunn swagged for the summer Got the presidential Lambo like I'm B. Obama I'm Soulja Boy Tell Em I'mma swag til I'm dead If you didn't know, I'll put some money on your head Got tats on my chest But I won't tat my legs Got money on the purp, yeah you heard what I said If your boy is talking down I might pour the infra-red Got my young boys with me and He doing like Simon Said If I tell him 2 words The he gonna make a move Tell me what's a goon Too pretty, what it do? And I post on the block, and all my goons shoot Young Soulja Boy Tell Em Shout out to my troops Yeah they riding for the boy And we swag to the city Got 400 rappers and the city f**in with me Got my young boys trappin On the Westside of Atlanta Got so many cars I think I'm Tony Montana I'm connected to Australia All the way to Alabama Got the goons holding on me Gucci bandana, I be walking in Miami With the Louis on my sandals n***as hating on young God Cause he hot like a candle AK-47 shooting, hit, ay, hold your man too Hit your mama and your daddy They crying at your funeral Mane, we shooting up the funeral Ain't nobody even scared Got the young boys with me and They shooting for your head Young Soulja Boy Tell Em I dunn tat my whole arm Got 40 on my wrist and I just rang the alarm God damn I'm on fire, pull up in the Benz And I sh**ted on the world in the year 2010 woo! The most songs in the rap game n***a!