Richie B Unruly - Real lyrics

Verse 1 : Richie B Unruly I'm sick and tired of meeting people with these motives Trying to put these plays in motion i'm the only one that knows it Want to ball but can't hang with those that don't come with a scrotum I swear that i'm the sh*t but not the kind to put your nose in I've rebuilt my ship too many times but it's still floating I've got no ifs ands buts my ors is for the rowing Do right and k** everything the new black man's a roman I know that there's an omen but there's life in my black woman Theres a little life in me and i be subtle on the beat My train had left a while back taking shuttles in the street Copped a new white tee draw eyes away from underneath They say the hardest diamonds came from pressure and some heat I can't settle Im on another level Only time will tell what happens ticking on another bezel Learning major keys to open doors without the bevel And this is God's Son what i touch will pop like kettle Hook: Prince Heem Man Im starting not to care Cause i do this every year So all of you bucket hoes Get the f*ck up out of here Hell no Dont want to deal with 'em Hell No Ain't nothing real in 'em But one thing i hate for sure When a n*gga think he know Get to talking and doing sh** get to acting like hoes Hell no Dont want to deal with 'em Hell No Ain't nothing real in 'em Verse 2: Richie B Unruly Stuck to my roots and now im sprouting out my petals I know the seeds i've planted will turn out to something better Than the life we're living dressed up in the reddest sweater My eyes up on my heaven but been dancing with the devil I hit snares im aware i kick drums My life's based on some habits that i know i picked up I see them snakes I don't even kick 'em Heart of a lover my mongoose could k** 'em Hitting hoes can't trust these n*ggas when more time they B*itch up I'll work it out this feels just like a sit up Know you can't be great without first f*cking Sh*t up The only way to make a move is first you get up Keep your soul intact protect your heart cause people switch up Be true to you and never compromise your gift dog This the new black man's transition and i hold my fist up Keep it realer than the fakes the real hear this and fist pump Hook: Prince Heem Man Im starting not to care Cause i do this every year So all of you bucket hoes Get the f*ck up out of here Hell no Dont want to deal with 'em Hell No Ain't nothing real in 'em But one thing i hate for sure When a n*gga think he know Get to talking and doing sh** get to acting like hoes Hell no Dont want to deal with 'em Hell No Ain't nothing real in 'em