Sp - The Real Lyrics

Yea yea... yea
They only want the real
They only want the real
They only want the real
They only want the real
They only want the real
I be a real one, I be a real one
I be a real one, I be real one
I be a real one, real one
Real one, I be a real one
Real one, real one
I be a real one, I be a real one
I be a real one, I be a real one
I be a real one, real one
Real one, I be a real one
Real one, real one, I be a
Well they want the real
Well they want the real
Well I'm right here, right here Huh
Well they want the real
Well they want the real
Well I'm right here, right here

Aye let me know, let me know
I ain't even trippin but I really gotta know
You say you want the realest well I'm standing here fo sho
With a pocket full of lint, but a heart full of soul, woah!
SP the don dada, every time I spit a rhyme I know its a problem
Do this for the fam, I ain't never stressing stardom
Got me feeling like I'm Bruce treat my city like its Gotham
Awesome, watch me go ahead and blossom
I'm major league and your a minor f*ckin problem
I hate to see all you niggas go and foster
A jealously cause I'm mothaf*ckin awesome

Aye you can call me Mr. bankroll
Mr. get up in that pussy and I'm adidos
Mr. if you talking money than it's vamonos
But if you ain't talking money than I gotta go
Ooh, yea you know how I flow so cold
With a mouf full of gold you know
Thats this life aint a joke So Flo
Swear to god you awoke
Ima mothaf*ckin beast boy
I made it out the jungle what we call the streets boy
At times I use to struggle thinking what we'll eat boy
But I made it out dropping all this heat boy
Aye real one, real one
I need a Ms. Lewinski William, William
A nigga always grindin billions, billions
Show watch a nigga shine feel him, feel him