Trackstar The DJ - To Be for Real lyrics

[Hook] Real So real Got to be Real [Verse 1] I had a dream that I wore a pair of skinny jeans Soon as I open my eyes I'ma be really mean When I wake I bake and I ain't talkin' 'bout pies It don't take a rocket scientist to know I'm high True lyricists, Nickel and Shady mix with pistols Crystal meth dipped in, what you sniffin' I put the rhythm in blues, I'm the alarm when you snooze I gave Stella Her Groove Back, it's true I'm that (real) Still my sk** travel in leap and bounds Mortal Kombat, I'm Jack Steel My neck icey with a chill John Cash rules everything around me, dollar dollar bill y'all I'm next and I bet That I sell as many records as Wilt Chamberlain had s** I'm that guy, I use to swatter you that fly You evolve from maggots you that fly And I'm [Hook] Real So real Got to be Real [Verse 2] Yeah, I never settle I gotta get up out the ghetto The block is hot, swear to God I see the Devil Reform rebel, ready to settle down, have a son But I'm still waiting on that money to come Don't want to raise my boys in the hood, drinkin' poison Gotta hit the street to eat and can't avoid it My brother is ill He got his girl pregnant and left to New York for a deal And came back with one That's (real) Boy chill 'fore it get ugly As Craig Mack tongue kissing the singer Seal Nasty like that Taylor made, shady ways Dropping around in a mosh pit swingin' razor blades The one rapper that's blacker than the ace of spades See me and a bear fightin', better help the bear okay? Barricade your grave Engrave with hand grenades Cause I want your mommy, your daddy dead and your baby blazed [Hook] Real So real Got to be Real