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blaze ya dead homie - that's real lyrics

uh, blaze ya dead homie in this m+th+f+cka
yeah, m+th+f+ckas always ask me what’s real
this sh+t real, that sh+t real, m+th+f+cka
finna to let you know what’s real
death is so real, yo, it’s so real

is it true the old sayin’, all that glitters isn’t gold
the more you give away, is only more to be controlled (that’s real!)
keep your mind on your money, and your b+tches
don’t be scared to handle business if somebody acts suspicious (that’s real!)
talking to the pigs, throw’d ass out you know
snitches come up missing in my hood, without a doubt (that’s real!)
if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense
we came from the ol’ school homie fight, teach ya’ quick (that’s real!)
pass the joint off to your left hand side
an to the right, or to myself, i’m gettin’ high all the time (that’s real!)
don’t get lost in the camera flash
the only way you hide, then they forget yo ass (that’s real!)

somebody ask me whats real an’ what’s not
respect has to be earned on my block
its a givin’ just like a tick of a clock
don’t flash yo cash, you will get popped
an’ they ask me what is real
an’ they ask me what is real
an’ they ask me what is real, an’ what’s not
respect has to be earned on my block
you heard the bell young b+tches, get your ipads out
an’ pay game for your homie ‘fore this thing goes south (that’s real!)
sk+nk hoes all about passing p+ssy
you know there rockin’ hpv and reakin’ like padussy (that’s real!)
sometimes i burn myself in my cell
to prove i’m not a prisoner rottin’ in my own h+ll (that’s real!)
when i’m awake i dream all the time
an’ when i’m asleep, i always have to scr+pe to get by (that’s real!)
daily visits by those who passed spirits
i know you b+tches hear it pretty cau’ you never hear it (that’s real!)
outsida ponyboy, i stay golden
i’mma bust you in the head with the cane that i’m holdin’ (that’s real!)

so tired of all, its not for real trust me, i know how you feel
how many can, and think its fact
that we can’t see their clever act
we see it through those little lies
it shines right through it never hides
where love is given’ not receivin’ heart will open on our sleeve
doomed, to fail with consequence, no longer will they play defense
or ride offence, swap our stakes, in hopes our turn that we’ll be next
play the game without pretext, for this thirst there is no quench
cease to exist, what’s the sense an’ remain a proverbial monkey wrench
uh, look it up! that’s real, proverbial, uh
monkey wrench, blaze ya dead homie, b+tch

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