Real Money (Prod. QuantEyez)
Written By Cellus
VERSE: Shoutout to all the bus drivers that let me ride for free
Ain't no change in my pocket that's just my chain and keys
I shouldn't even be skruggling this ain't even me
I turned my last $4 into a shopping spree
I know u see this gold in my mouth...itch...acknowledge me
Caint pay my tithes...I'm robbing God...idolatry
Jesus died...but I'll decide what I believe
Cuz obviously I believe the economy honor me
Or value me higher than a black man
A white man with brown skin but mentally bound with...
Chains made a gold...or sneakers with jumpman
$150 gone still I can't even jump man
I spent it all...thinking about my habits DISQUSTING
My daddy said...the world ain't gone leave u with nothin
So rainy days should never phase...
A man should be plenty paid...
Just off what he penny saved
I heard it. It made sense
But I'm stuck on the slaveship
And when the sun set it look like a spaceship
But when the light shine...
Suddenly I'm blind to...
False realities, casualties, and the bad of these
Speaking like I owe u sum
These Uncle Toms. I ain't got the only one
When that money come
And my bills is paid and done
Ima be the freshest under 30; models on my arm
You caint be for real
You ain't go no real
Struggle here
I be at the mall
Tryna spend it all
For my check get here
In God We Trust is on my dolla bill
Trusting God is real
HARD when you buying what He give
CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real
This for my people who know that they real
But them dollas ain't real
Well...
They really is I just really caint see em
(Real, real, real, real)
CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real
This for my people who know that they real
But them dollars ain't real
They really is I just really can't see em
VERSE: I don't really be eating
They like it when I rhyme im broke but still hate me for being
Broke in real life. U thought I was faking these lyrics
Like yo favorite rapper's rappin
Ain't rappin traffic less I be wrapped in traffic
But no gas in my car
Thinking of summers in Kansas City with granny
Luther Vandross blasting. We in the Camry
Grandma'll buy you whatever u want and more
I Wish I could just go back least for a month or more
Now I'm grown up. Look how i grown up
Life is hard. When a brotha don't own a
Least a cable connection for TV
But it helped me write this verse please believe me
I was focused on being....
The dopest that's breathing
Ha....
And show the world this gospel has meaning...
I...
May not have not a dollar
But I know I'm a problem
And money caint fix that problem
Green gods and Benjamin's stacking folk in Chicago
I put that on my mama
On everything I love
I swear to it ya honor
I gotta shout my plug
Q beats this is a honor
Money caint buy you better ideas or help yo rhymin. (aahhh)
CHORUS: I'm just keeping it real
This for my people who know that they real
But them dollas ain't real
Well...
They really is I just really caint see em
I'm just keeping it real
This for my people who know that they real
But them dollars ain't real
They really is I just really can't see em