Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real and Fake, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Slfmade II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.07.2018
Record label: 7 Thirteen
Song language: English
Real and Fake |
| Southsi' for li', Young Don in the building |
| My nigga C. Weezy, H-A-Dub this how we do it man |
| This for the hood, for the traps, for the blocks, for the set |
| Get your hustle on, check me out on this one |
| Get your money mayn, yeah |
| The real keep it real, the fake keep it fake |
| I got rocks I got bricks, I got pies and cakes |
| In the hood posted up, triple beams and weight |
| On the block at the trap, cause it’s money to make |
| I was born in the hood, I was raised on the block |
| I got love for the streets, and gave it everything I got |
| So fuck what ya heard, nigga the kid go off |
| I need a half or a thang, but it gotta be soft |
| If them Ricans got it cheap, then I get it for what it’s worth |
| I done came a long way, from shooting marbles in the dirt |
| In the trap got lights and water, just to cook to work |
| Cutting chunks out the duck, rock stars go bizzerk |
| Southside Houston Texas, my niggas that’s where it’s at |
| From fifty packs to dro sacks, to quarter ki’s and all that |
| It’s weight by the freight, this the cocaine state |
| You know it’s heavy heavy cake, if it’s Texas plate |
| Big cars big trucks, parked in front of the lot |
| Come up short more than once, and get the Glock in your vault |
| You know it’s open court, so we running fast break |
| In the hood posted up, cause it’s money to make yeah |
| We got hood control, we on hood patrol |
| While your hood’s flooded with silver, our hood is gold |
| Plus our hood’s fa sho, we got weight by the pound |
| But instead of waiting around, we moving that weight around |
| With jugs of that slotted purple, is how we raping the town |
| So many stangs for thangs half the time, we ain’t breaking 'em down |
| But the very second we do, go to rocking it up |
| Watch the fiends, cause that’s when we go to locking shit up |
| You see I’m coming through here, looking like Mike in that Thriller video |
| Acting real silly for do', (for real) really though |
| They’ll be standing on they tippy-toes, dancing and shit |
| Open your trunk on, to see how faster than hands that they hit |
| Now it’s a fact, most of 'em love sucking that glass dick |
| While the rest love that black tar, to shoot up they tracks with |
| So therefore I’ll be at my trap, in or out and about |
| Going hard without a doubt, stacking up clout for my vault cause I’m a hustler |
| See the fake keep it fake, and the real keep it real |
| Got drank weight and pills, at some hell of a deals |
| I’m trying to get mills, trying to get that Coupe Deville |
| With chromed out wheels, and catch up on a few of my bills |
| See whatever I got, gon sell |
| I got clientele, male or female that want it wholesale |
| Whether its' Hotel or Motel, or Holiday Inn |
| I want mo' mail so go tell, all your friends |
| I want money and the power, pic-mix and flower |
| Hard white or yellow, or you can get that powder |
| My hood (my hood), is infested with thugs |
| Infested with drugs, niggas moving pints and jugs |
| We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug |
| And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged |
| It ain’t no love, we feuding like Crips and Bloods |
| And to keep a level head, I gotta smoke good bud |