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cellus - real money lyrics

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real money (prod. quanteyez)
written by cellus

verse: shoutout to all the bus drivers that let me ride for free

ain’t no change in my pocket that’s just my chain and keys

i shouldn’t even be skruggling this ain’t even me

i turned my last $4 into a shopping spree

i know u see this gold in my mouth…itch…acknowledge me

caint pay my t-thes…i’m robbing god…idolatry

jesus died…but i’ll decide what i believe

cuz obviously i believe the economy honor me

or value me higher than a black man

a white man with brown skin but mentally bound with…

chains made a gold…or sneakers with jumpman

$150 gone still i can’t even jump man

i spent it all…thinking about my habits disqusting

my daddy said…the world ain’t gone leave u with nothin

so rainy days should never phase…

a man should be plenty paid…

just off what he penny saved

i heard it. it made sense

but i’m stuck on the slaveship

and when the sun set it look like a sp-ceship

but when the light shine…

suddenly i’m blind to…

false realities, casualties, and the bad of these

speaking like i owe u sum

these uncle toms. i ain’t got the only one

when that money come

and my bills is paid and done

ima be the freshest under 30; models on my arm

you caint be for real

you ain’t go no real

struggle here

i be at the mall

tryna spend it all

for my check get here

in god we trust is on my dolla bill

trusting god is real

hard when you buying what he give

chorus: i’m just keeping it real

this for my people who know that they real

but them dollas ain’t real

well…

they really is i just really caint see em

(real, real, real, real)

chorus: i’m just keeping it real

this for my people who know that they real

but them dollars ain’t real

they really is i just really can’t see em

verse: i don’t really be eating

they like it when i rhyme im broke but still hate me for being

broke in real life. u thought i was faking these lyrics

like yo favorite rapper’s rappin

ain’t rappin traffic less i be wrapped in traffic

but no gas in my car

thinking of summers in kansas city with granny

luther vandross blasting. we in the camry

grandma’ll buy you whatever u want and more

i wish i could just go back least for a month or more

now i’m grown up. look how i grown up

life is hard. when a brotha don’t own a

least a cable connection for tv

but it helped me write this verse please believe me

i was focused on being….

the dopest that’s breathing

ha….

and show the world this gospel has meaning…

i…

may not have not a dollar

but i know i’m a problem

and money caint fix that problem

green gods and benjamin’s stacking folk in chicago

i put that on my mama

on everything i love

i swear to it ya honor

i gotta shout my plug

q beats this is a honor

money caint buy you better ideas or help yo rhymin. (aahhh)

chorus: i’m just keeping it real

this for my people who know that they real

but them dollas ain’t real

well…

they really is i just really caint see em

i’m just keeping it real

this for my people who know that they real

but them dollars ain’t real

they really is i just really can’t see em

- cellus lyrics

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