Lupe Fiasco - Real Recognize Real lyrics

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Lupe Fiasco - Real Recognize Real lyrics

[Helicopter propellers] [Man's voice] Well the first thing I want to say is: [Verse 1] They say real recognize real The dollar bill will exercise our ills...E Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field Be careful who you believe, the pills Is dealed like flaccid, proceeds go towards the buying of caprice cla**ics With the wheels to match it, so they can mack it Like an automatic weapon stepping off into traffic Like, check him, tears roll down the eyes Of the rides inside of a funeral procession Here lies, with X's in his eyes, the unguided misdirected Squad cars roll past and laugh [Hook/Sample] Out there [Verse 2] They say the streets is a demon in a dress With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath, uh Scantly clad, no panties, deep throatin' in an alley Aging badly, in sungla**es, she pretty Slain boyfriends names is tattooed on her titties Sprinkling greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a philly Hennessey tears, a**'ll bring ya enemies here Flirt with her flaws till you run up in her raw [Hook/Sample] [Verse 3] They say the game has the belly of a beast Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth Wire taps for ears, Nike Airs for feet Blasphemy for prayers, a system for a heart Rap music for beats, h**n for a son and it's married to the streets Crack pipes for lungs, and he never sleeps Just spies, with dice in his eyes Loves life cause he likes when it dies With a baking soda soul, he cough up pleasure Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together He knows, he's clever, jail is his house All the liquor that's poured out, goes right in his mouth Rides around on a stray bullet; With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers, and k**ers tied to it to pull it A TV in his head, stripper slides down his legs And he's known to ride around with the feds, he's... [Hook/Sample] [Verse 4] But, righteousness is a father teaching his kids That what's better than wealth, is the respect in the self A pistol-packin' old lady standing up to the dope dealers On the block, making sure her presence is felt A teacher teaching that thinking is cool Listen, before you mention "not letting school turn em' into fools" Keeping God first, Lupe is here F-N-F up, homie I'll see you... [Hook/Sample]

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