Brandon Black - To Be Real lyrics

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Brandon Black - To Be Real lyrics

[Produced by Narcotics, Tec Beatz & Brandon Black] [Intro] Y'all n***as don't know how [Verse 1] These haters wanna impede my grind before I reach my prime It's like I turned my face upside down, I'ma speak my mind What I look like beefing with you n***as? I don't even like swine And these rappers remind me of Siegfried & Roy, cause you n***as like lying So truthfully I don't f** with y'all I ain't tryna hit the club with y'all sh** I even had to cut my cousin off Cause in the streets it's no love involved Won't hang with n***as, don't trust the broad And I don't like police So my wife gotta be a only child Cause I don't even wanna have a brother-in-law I'm too real for these fake folks Y'all the wolves in sheep clothing So I guess that makes me the scapegoat Like a screen door, you n***as stay broke From what the ho's say I ain't Cuervo For the Pesos we can go to war Like the Union soldiers in the gray coats My latest show at the Masquerade was the only time I sold out I can't hear you haters talkin' cause this weed we smoking is so loud These rap n***as go no style All they talk about is a dope house Poor child, you don't even know how to be real Damn bruh just be yourself man You ain't gotta rap like these n***a These n***a flossin' and flawging anyway It's cool to be you cuz f** these n***as You feel me [Hook] (x2) These n***as don't know how These n***as don't know how to be real These haters don't know how These haters don't know how I feel [Verse 2] A lot of local n***as don't like me I be somewhere out of town on 'em Treat haters like trampolines When I seem 'em I bounce on 'em I don't smile in peoples face And when they leave talk down on 'em And if your so called friend was your fingers You still couldn't count on 'em Rather be broke being myself Than to be rich being somebody else Did it on my own, didn't nobody help Only God knows all the Os I done dealt Make a bad b**h put her nose by my belt Call me pool table, all the hoes I done felt Walked in the house, all the dope I done smelt I swear I done seen so much coke I could belch on the road to wealth See people cheat the game I just want the money, I don't need the fame So we already talking 'bout money You can keep your two cents shawty, we don't need the change Homie you ain't gotta be a street n***a If you wanna come around me and hang The only thing I require from you is loyalty and you got to be real For real shawty, only real n***as around me We keep in one hunnid over here Better yet one thousand A lot of y'all don't know how to do that though Leggo [Hook] (x2) [Outro] Y'all n***as don't know how (x15)

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