Real Love

歌詞

(Pooh, you a fool for this one...) (Go Grizz) Damn, man, it's a shame, my nigga (Some things just don't go) Seem like every time you put your hand out to gift somebody, some nigga bite your shit You know, I ain't done nothin' but keep it real with them niggas, you heard me? But shit, that's how shit go Some niggas want you locked up Check this out, look My nigga took the charge for me, for that, he real What would he think of convicted felons who step and press that brand new crib? Jumped off my grandma porch, ever since, I been in the field (Sorry, grandma) The real fans feelin' like I changed since I got this deal That really hurt me to my heart, Sosa died on this block I got turned on to Young Jefe, then went and got a Glock (Glizzy) I was out searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige I told lil' Filthy, "It's Crip love, I love you with my heart" Real love, yeah I'm searching for a real love But I guess that I'm blinded I've been searching for so long, but I just can't seem to find it I lost lil' Quaffy to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer They sent lil' Leeky up that creek, too much shit I can't handle He got a bitch on Facebook with Dickie 'fits and camo (On God) Tim cock it back and let it bust 'til it ain't got no ammo Shout out to Brozak, he taught me to put the paper first (Stack up the guap) It hurt to face the fact my lil' cousin on paperwork And I'm the one showed you the shit, that's why I wanna slap you All the iron you slung and licks you hit, that shit don't hold no value Real love I'm searching for real love This for my dawgs in the pavement And you ain't have to take a stand, but you still made a statement (R.I.P. to all my motherfuckin' niggas) Real love, yeah I'm searching for a real love It's too late for all that butter love I gotta show you come straight from the gutter love Young black man, the chosen one, he took his family out of poverty What do you do when you've been crossed so many times without apology? Mind naturally stable, but I don't think I'm able mentally The way I bang the wheelchair, you would think I had a disabling While I was out seekin' for love, I lost myself, it ain't no fair to me I was writing raps inside my cell, I scream and yell, this not to the place to be Who going next, it's maybe me Stress to my girl like "Baby, please" Don't play with us, we play for keeps All of my niggas slang iron in the streets Top shotta droppin' a bag, I bet I get him deceased Red watched him put on his mask, I want them niggas six feet Don dada who self-employed but still sing to the streets Big choppers, we love to bust 'em every time that it's beef Take me out the ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out me We just some cold-blooded killers, we gon' live in these streets And we been steppin' on them niggas every time that it's beef Want them niggas dead and gone this week