Real lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Intro: Sample]
"Re-Re-Ready to kick your ass out of the world"

[Verse 1]
Uh, remember, everybody ain't loyal
You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them—n*gga, show 'em
It's coca in the pot, n*gga, drop it and let it boil
Goofy n*ggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em
Eastside, sleeping in my dope-house clothes
Run down pair of Jordans, and some dirty Girbauds
Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed
n*gga, stand on my own two balls, my di*k, and ten toes
Straight to the tippy-top, hear this n*gga spitting it
Whether I got a hit or not, I hit it with the whip
They notice it when they hit the rock, I'm just a cocaina chemist
Cooking, chopping, and cutting—you'll die if I push a button
n*ggas heard of me now all of a sudden they back to thuggin'
If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin'
The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public
Took his daughter, put this di*k in her butt and said, "How you love it, b*tch?''
Remember, everybody ain't loyal
'Cause all the real n*ggas in jail or deep in the soil
Dancing with the devil or eating a feast with the Lord
Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, n*gga
Yeah, ugh
All the real n*ggas either in jail or deep in the soil, n*gga
[Interlude]
Yeah, ugh
That's real, n*gga (Fo' sho')
Ugh, ugh (Y'all got me f*cked up in this b*tch)
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
The world ain't big enough for both of us (Nah)
Batter up, now you pus*y-n*ggas getting f*cked (b*tch)
Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic (Nah)
Eastside, anybody' killa—my n*ggas active
Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0 (Fo' sho')
Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4 (Real n*gga)
I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow
But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo'
Straight to the facts, n*gga—I looked up to you, put that on my momma (Ugh)
Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar
'Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese (Yeah)
I played my f*ck-ass contract, what the lick read?
Thought I'd say this sh*t cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it (You ain't, b*tch)
You wanna be JAY-Z? n*gga, you just a f*cking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so, b*tch, I had to show you
Don't make me expose you to those that don't know you (Ugh!)
Man, you said you the "realest n*gga" in this motherf*cker? Check it;
But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record (Yeah)
No nuts, got the whole team looking weak (Real)
Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET (Hahaha)
L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked (Sho')
You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat (Huh)
I played the fool before, but yo, a ho I'll never be
They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me
ESGN until the end, I feed the killers (Ugh)
Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey-n*gga
Just a whole lot of rapping, but no motherf*cking action
Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic
(You ain't did sh*t, n*gga!)
And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate
It make it seem to me the gangsta sh*t you kick be fake
'Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in they place
So take them shades up off your eyes
And look me in my f*cking face
'Cause I'm a motherf*cking rare breed
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds
I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-Ds (Ugh)
But BMF was sticking you for your f*cking cheese (Whoa)
And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard (Ugh)
But underneath the f*cking money, you's a f*cking mark (Yeah)
Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you (b*tch)
Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you, b*tch
Snowman-Killa, n*gga
[Skit: Sample]
Hey, man, hey, look– Ahh!
This is just a warning, sucka!
You shape up quick or we gon' get down
Who are you guys?
What do you guys want, man?
I do the talking, n*gga!
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