Dom Kennedy - The 5 Year Theory (Real sh** Last) lyrics

We exclusively in the studio My n***a Casey Veggies, my n***a Roccett My n***a Tech on the boards My n***a Archie Davis Westside, OPM, Other People's Money Uh [Verse 1] I seen a new Porsche today, I'mma get my mom that Black on black Vans for real, like I'm in combat I get the same type of girls.. that LeBron snatch 'cept it ain't no guarantees in my contract True enough... f** you, I been through enough Told 'em it was Other People Money, then I threw it up Makes sense Sometimes shoppin' is a day spent I might be off coppin' 'fore I pay rent Might be on Compton, get my whip washed Just so I can see her Just so I can see her do her lip gloss on it Man, this sound like I shoulda put Rick Ro$$ on it n***as buyin' Rolexes with the tick tock on it Oh, that's what time it is I'ma let y'all handle minor biz I must be where you always tried to get Cuz when I came up, n***as feelings came out The cars pulled up, and the ceilings came out The ladies came through and they titties pushed up And just when she was ready to leave? I pushed up And told her "hey baby, I'm crazy, but I drive a 650 I'll drive to Vegas if you dip with me Let's shoot a video in the desert" She said "you already did that" I laughed was like "oh sh**, how I forget that?" Make a QuikStop at the store, get some ZigZags Cold a** bottle of water and some Tic-Tacs My n***as buyin' 6 packs, not Kit-Kats Where your homegirl live at? tryna hit that I had two bottles of Veuv', don't wanna chit chat This is a world premiere, don't wan' miss that Didn't have me in yo top 10? still get math n***as ain't figured it out? real sh** lasts I could stop rappin' tomorrow and still get a** Like back high school, in the mornin', we used to skip cla** Told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick a**" Yeah I said I told her "ooh girl you fine, wit yo thick a**" Aye [Verse 2] I love to watch her when she backin' up That a** remind me of the baddest truck A n***a probably took her out once, uh huh, that's wa**up I'll have her at the house, cookin' for me, packin' lunch My phone never stop ringin', I get faxed a bunch n***as playin' video games, yellin' "pa** the blunt" I be in the studio writin', payin' taxes s** n***as lettin' bullsh** slide, come on, that's enough Play wit my money? and die, that's some tragic stuff Grew up on Laker games, I f** with Rambis tough Did a show out in Boston, they think Magic s**s n***as do spend that money, I be stackin' up Told her "you could bring your girl, y'all just lappin' up" Seems like I went from....just pickin' rappin' up To everybody new favorite rapper like fast as f** I'm not the type that's gon' ask for much I'm not the type that's gon' Uh uh Just what's owed to me A lil' Patron, feel me? Some b**hes that's gon' feel me, some n***as that won't k** me n***as is grown feel me, I really don't pop pilly's I listen to Bob Marley, the wisdom that God give me Tryna go platinum, just hopin' that y'all hear me I really don't play ball, but n***as could ball feel me Uh, ha Like 50 Cent on y'all n***as I never heard a fly verse on sh** from y'all n***as So I don't never wanna hear sh** from y'all n***as Man I can't even walk thru the f**in' mall with her Uh uh Cuz she fine with her thick a** I can pick you up anywhere except 10th Ave Haha You need me, not Slimfast Keep a Dom Kennedy shirt in yo' gym bag Aye Girl you fine with yo thick a** Girl you fine