Brett Michael - Be Real Freestyle lyrics

Yeah I said that I was gonna do it for everyone in my city Friends and family all wanna come with me Shout out to the women living a lavish life, complaining that it's full of strive But all you really gotta do is look pretty, you still don't get me Shopping sprees with daddy's credit card Ain't even shopping for yourself, you tryna get him hard cause you heard he got a girlfriend but you rather have that dick up in another broad, like girl I'm buying if you selling it, f-f-f-f**ing ‘til we celibate, we hella bent, popping bottles at her boy crib making me throw hundreds tryna pay the rent I dick her down on the low, said that she loving the way I rhythm slow, but I said that I can spit some fast game, Brett Mike in the rap game, everlasting. What's his last name? Yall don't need to know, got a lot of lines, Shaun White, that's a lot of snow, grew up in the hood, k-town, came to buffalo, a-and I did it all on my own like what I gotta show? What I gotta show? I'm a get a show fur, I could be playing a show, I just really don't care, I could have a f**ing album that's original, Brett Michael a smooth criminal, I got some tree and I'm a break it down and I'm a break it down like this, you staring at your girl but she looking at me, I Jim C-C-Carey my city, the number twenty three, money be something that we don't really worry ‘bout, just tell them waiters bring them bottles out, models out. Shout out to Paulie L, we busy doing things and it ain't hard to tell, I got my L on swell and a couple more to cell and I'm marching into the fires of hell and I'm saying I got ‘em, Got ‘em for my f**ing city, for my f**ing city