Real And Fake (Remix Version) ft. Money Milt Lyrics

He can't step without his steppers I think he bitch made, that's on another level

He ain't from the trenches, but he on that rap shit

He gon' take the city down with that fuckin' rat shit

He think he more than city bound, better stop the cappin

Niggas end up missin' promise, I don't know what happened

Every time we drop, we give em all another caption

Benjamin's all mine, give a fuck about a fraction

Let's talk about practice, only real ones know just how to do it right

Oh, I'm tryna feel some, so I stuffed the wood twice

Knew what the deal was before he could try

Yeah, I dress nice, but not a good guy

Too genuine to let the fakes take over

Feel like a pot head, I can't stay sober Catch a flight through the night, no, I can't stay over

Like, why the fuck these niggas keep on trying me

Every bitch you know steady lie on me

Ayy, find yourself before , finding nemo

Just like a reef, under the sea

I don't know where to be

All them cards you play, I guess they didn't work

Don't nobody feel as much as me as a fuckin' perc

I guess you lost your brother to that bullshit, I guess that hurt

Fuck that nigga and you too, I guess y'all both would be in church

I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake

Catch these niggas like and spin around just like a play

I don't know what happened, I don't got nothing to say

Yeah, that shit played

I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake

Catch these niggas like and spin around just like a play

I don't know what happened, I don't got nothing to say

Yeah, that shit play

I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake