Real Life - Ebony Eyez, J-Kwon, Tarboy

Let’s Do This.

Look.uh.

Money ain’t never move me…

Dawg, this ain’t a movie

This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me?

Sit back and relax and think about the past

And make your next move your best, it might be your last

Look.

Money ain’t never move me.

Bitch this ain’t a movie

This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me?

Sit back and relax and think about the past

And make your next move your best, it might be your last

Look…

Money don’t make the man

But still, I understand

If you ain’t gettin' dough, what the fuck you in this for?

I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes

You say you hate the music, then why you at the show?

What all that yappin' mean?

How the fuck that fit the plan?

Where the fuck you from homeboy?

You ain’t from my land

I see you in the club, in the corner mean-mugged

With all your little thugs, go pop a bottle of bub

And think about it first

And drink away your problems

Before a nigga out here on the streets help you solve them

See, I ain’t mad at ya

I’m just tryin' to relax you

And teach you somethin' homie, before them killers snatch you

I try to keep it thorough

Keith done been around the world

And never understood how a man could act like a girl

But see I’m just a squirrel

And this is your world

And I wish you the best

So get it off your chest

Louie, done made my purse

Well, he ain’t write this verse

Some people put they money first, and don’t care who they hurt

Always talkin' bout how they: finna do this and finna do that

Finna get that new benz and finna buy they girl a cadillac

I try to mind my business, they strike at me with a vengence

Don’t know I’m young and visicious and know how to throw them fist-es

Say I dont keep it real, (what?) say I ain’t got the skill

(we) mad cause I got a deal, give a fuck bout how you feel

I represent the streets and that’s the way you gotta be

And when my album drop, some people gon' be mad at me

Bitches don’t wanna listen, don’t wanna play position

Ain’t got a pot to piss in, but they call they self dissin'

Your next move should always be your best move

Never follow what the rest do, and they’ll respect you

Cause money come and go, don’t front like you don’t know

And when it’s all spend up and gone, you ain’t got shit to show

Now my baby mama hate the fact, now that I’m gettin' scratch

So she go and react, hold up man, matter of a fact

Now that I’m thinkin' back, when I ain’t had no scratch

No ice, or no 'lac, hold up Kwon rewind it back

Now was you gon' react?

That’s when I hate the fact, I laid her on her back

(hold up man, don’t say that)

Nah, let me spit the facts

Y’all know I love my son, but she only care about if he got some air force ones

Now ain’t that shit dumb?

Now where we both come from

Like all your life, you grew up running around spending funds

We was broke as Hammer, t-shirts for pajamas

Cribs small as llamas, eating corn flakes and bananas

Now it’s vests and Hummers, we fucked the whole summer

The only reason, cause your man be tryin to take me under

So now I sit and wonder, like I ain’t got no clue

And yes it’s true, that the money might have moved you