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Real Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
You know what?

[Chorus: Trub]
Man, this shit about to get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Baby, tell me how you really feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (ayy)
Fuck with us and it's gon' get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Girl, tell me how you real feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh) (whats happenin?)
Feel (ayy)

[Verse: Trub]
Lets go
Money on my mind, so you know how I been thinking
Every day I'm cool but when I'm not, I got my reasons
Jugglin' all these bitches that's why I change 'em like the season's
Life can be a heavyweight, that's why I watch it like a vegan
I can't take no shit from nobody that's still trying to bе somebody
I got her riding me likе a Bugatti
Got her eyes on me like do something if you feeling me, girl
I feel that if that's how you feel throw that ass back
We going up like Ja Morant
And I'll dunk on ya with that ratatata right at yo gut, no six pack
Yeah, bitch said are you the iron chef and I told her ass correct
Yeah, they don't fuck with the concept, so they treat me like a threat
Yeah, I'm surgical with that tech, you can't give gets, no respect
Money like yoga, always gone stretch
I'll put money all on yo head
Bitch, don't try to jump on the quiet time, now say that shit direct
I'll make her get on all fours and then I'll connect
And I'm like damn yo booty fat and she say she had work done to that
But I'm like damn it feel

[Chorus: Trub]
Man, this shit about to get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Baby, tell me how you really feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (ayy)
Fuck with us and it's gon' get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Girl, tell me how you real feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh) (whats happenin?)
Feel (ayy)

[Verse: Project Pat]
Pattaaaa if i leave you today do it really matter to ya remember the day i got released for screaming hallelujah you was in that black dress baby looking pretty eyes looking at me like Christmas came early you was on my mind mane that honey on my mind at that the same time also had money on my mind used to play the field like a linebacker use to break the laws like a straight safe cracker pattaaa still on the bag ain't no switching up catch me at the lenox mall loui store stiching up i ain't got no time for them games imma grown mane you can speak yo mind but you know that i'm my own mane im in my own lane yo brother got work for me but if i was in the streets baby he would work for me turnt you on to that life and you got turnt out turnt you on to that life and you got turnt out ewwwwww

[Chorus: Trub]
Man, this shit about to get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Baby, tell me how you really feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (ayy)
Fuck with us and it's gon' get real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (yuh)
Real (ayy)
Girl, tell me how you real feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh)
Feel (yuh) (whats happenin?)
Feel (ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Project Pat, Trub]
No big fish
No big fish (yuh)
No big fish
No big fish (what you yellin)
No big fish
No big fish (yuh)
No big fish
No big fish (what you yellin)
Black hate vet
Black hate vet
Black hate vet
Black hate vet (what you yellin)
Black hate vet
Black hate vet (yuh)
Black hate vet
Black hate vet (black)

[Outro]
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pullin'
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pullin'
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pullin'
Pullin' up slow -pullin'
Pullin' up slow -pullin'
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pulling
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pulling
Pullin' up slow smoking dope with bank rolls -pulling
Pullin' up slow -pull -pull
Pulling up slow