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Uh, Food & Liquor Yeah, my man said he wanted something real Real, real, real, real Something he could recognize, something he could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real Real, real, real, real (FNF) Something that could make her move, something she could feel Feel, feel, feel Lust, sometimes can override trust She said that's why she gave it up My man said blood spilled out of everything he touched He crushed everything, he crushed Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted the rush Blamed it on the times being rough Doing dirt with the devil, chasing after the dust Make a fuss if it's them, but we hush if it's us That's why, my momma said she wanted something real Real, real, real, real Something she could be proud of, something she could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel She said they so used to not having nothin' real Real, real, real, real That they don't know how to act, they don't know how to feel Feel, feel, feel Life, ain't meant to come around twice Yeah, that's why I gotta get it right They said I got it honest, now I gotta give it light But sleep on it, that's why God give you night I mean, I had a dream that God gave me flight Too fly for my own good, so God gave me plight If I wake up in the morning now I gotta give 'em sight Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, show you right The game is not to give 'em nothing real Real, real, real, real Nothing that they could use, nothing that they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's real Real, real, real, real So that's all they'll know, that's all that they'll feel Feel, feel, feel Struggle, another sign that God love you 'Cause on the low, being poor make you humble Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep 'em out of trouble 'Cause being poor also teach you how to hustle All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble Now that I got my own I can hit 'em with a couple Cuff my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you That's my plan, if I can on the man up above you That's why, I gotta give 'em something real Real, real, real, real Something they could recognize, something they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel To my homies on the block, I gotta give 'em something real Real, real, real, real Something that'll make 'em stop, something they can feel Feel, feel, feel Yo! FNF are real; really real, yeah You know what it is, woo! Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real Real, real, real, real Let's go So real, so real, so real So real, so real, so real
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Harvey W. William Jr. Mason, Kenneth Jay Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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