2icey - Real And Fake (feat. Money Milt) [Remix Version]

He can't step without his steppers I think he bitch made, that's on another level
He ain't from the trenches, but he on that rap shit
He gon' take the city down with that fuckin' rat shit
He think he more than city bound, better stop the cappin
Niggas end up missin' promise, I don't know what happened
Every time we drop, we give em all another caption
Benjamin's all mine, give a fuck about a fraction
Let's talk about practice, only real ones know just how to do it right
Oh, I'm tryna feel some, so I stuffed the wood twice
Knew what the deal was before he could try
Yeah, I dress nice, but not a good guy
Too genuine to let the fakes take over
Feel like a pot head, I can't stay sober Catch a flight through the night, no, I can't stay over
Like, why the fuck these niggas keep on trying me
Every bitch you know steady lie on me
Ayy, find yourself before , finding nemo
Just like a reef, under the sea
I don't know where to be
All them cards you play, I guess they didn't work
Don't nobody feel as much as me as a fuckin' perc
I guess you lost your brother to that bullshit, I guess that hurt
Fuck that nigga and you too, I guess y'all both would be in church
I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake
Catch these niggas like and spin around just like a play
I don't know what happened, I don't got nothing to say
Yeah, that shit played
I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake
Catch these niggas like and spin around just like a play
I don't know what happened, I don't got nothing to say
Yeah, that shit play
I bet the real know the real, fake know the fake

Written by:
Jamal Rasool, Milton Thomas

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