flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real What
my flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real
You might think you've peeked the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago It
?) Money in the ceilin, stashed in the buildin Poppin penicillin, damn i'm hurtin niggas feelings soulja boy the truth, that's real pimpin' I spit real ish, def'ly not fiction
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot, hot fiction Like I'm runnin' a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don
Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction Like I'm running a muck upon a rhythm Stay on the plan so you don't
into the path or righteousness might get dissed those who pump a fist but aint right with this i increase rhymes wacks and weak minds if it aint real
dont play. Verse3: Yall should know by now I dont play around. I got all these fake niggas leavin town Only real niggas understand my vision While back thought I was fiction
C-c-check, yo Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these
lie that's how I know you're a made-up fictional character that lives in the sky yeah it's all just a con it's all just a scam God ain't real it's just
'm walking seeing the hand of men Destroying the land. Is the future on my side? Evolution Self destruction Space battles in the fifth war Science fiction is for real
is how it always goes And what is real, we'll never know Trust me now I know firsthand My fiction leads my real life and This isn't what I planned Don
I ain't a hater I don't love squellers, that's me You have the audacity to talk like you real Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real You sold
get a Pocahontis I got higher learnin' and bangin' gets monotonous" Her ass is classic cheeks was Jurrasic Servin' a justice poetic the way I last it I touch ground real
you're falling from graces Rehearsing all your persona will need when you're front-page fighting (aim) for your dignity I almost taste the the irony How fiction
just another Punch and Judy show. * Any information that we receive concerning the real world is carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such
what's across my neck Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable I'm worried about her account, is she accountable? Real
