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prodigy x boogz boogetz - ain't real lyrics

[verse 1: kc da beatmonster]
motherf-ckers ain’t real no more
claiming that they cool but they hating on the low
saying that they fam but they really ain’t yo bros
the n-ggas out here ain’t selling i know
how in the h-ll could you not want to win
how in the h-ll could you not want this paper
h-ll no i don’t want no new friends
matter of fact you can keep all your favors
how in the h-ll could you not want to grind
how in the h-ll could you not want to shine
how in the h-ll could you not want a rolo
with so many diamonds that you couldn’t tell time
how could you not want to count this paper
get you a crib with a elevator
upgrade that b-tch with some escalators
add a ton of acre just to show the haters
how in the h-ll could you not want a benz
how in the h-ll could you not want the fans
how in the h-ll you call yourself a rapper
without no bars, what the f-ck is you saying

[hook: kc da beatmonster]
motherf-ckers ain’t real no more
motherf-ckers ain’t real
motherf-ckers ain’t real no more
motherf-ckers ain’t real
how in the h-ll you call yourself a rapper
how in the h-ll
how in the h-ll you call yourself a trapper
how in the h-ll
how in the h-ll you call yourself a rapper
how in the h-ll
how in the h-ll you call yourself a trapper
how in the h-ll

[verse 2: prodigy]
n-gga can’t level with me, i pull up
n-gga can’t war with me, i pull guns
pull on triggers, get rid of these f-cks
motherf-cker, pull on smoke, get rid of my stress
they want to be me but they not though
they want to be us but they not so
sharpen they brain, these n-ggas is plain
broke for life -ss n-gga get paid
how in the h-ll do you look at your kids
how in the f-ck do you look in the mirror
i ain’t got time, n-gga i’m blind
def and dumb to punk sh-t and that’s real
serious as f-ck, twenty years proving it
gotta show a dumb n-gga how i do again
gotta cut another n-gga from the crew again
we true to this, we ain’t new to this
and that’s old school game
slow n-gga, we dropped out and we made it
living that life, n-gga so fraud he heard shots
and dropped dead but he faking

[hook]

[verse 3: boogz boogetz]
i used to play the block at the post up
i was at the corner with the toast up
mobbing in the hood, n-gga everywhere i’m good
tell the paparazzi come and get a close up
yeah i used to get my piff straight from uptown
now i’m balling like a b-tch, n-gga what now
i ain’t never been a snitch
i ain’t never ever switched
far rock everyday you hear them guns sound
waiting for the d-mn labels to start signing me
nowadays all these rappers want to sign to me
you should trap around the clock
mix some work up in the pot
now a n-gga made it off the block finally
pardon me, n-ggas nerves is like carlton banks
throwing shots but they shooting blanks
nah i ain’t talking about a gold chain
when i’m out in mia with my cuban link
you a fake n-gga and your shoes is fake
i been on the road, i got moves to make
got a house by the lake, couple grand in the safe
yeah a n-gga so fly i could use a cape
i do my own thing, i got my own way
so i could give a f-ck about how you feel no more
used to be the bro, now you acting like a hoe
i guess

[hook]

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