Real As It Come

[Hook x2] I'm real as it comes I'm real as it comes I'm real as it comes My style is ridiculous [Verse 1: Jae Millz] Since I killed shit I got to pay the prize So for that, to the streets I'm doing life Where I'm from the king of New York ain't Frank White Because the real king of New York died on March night R.I.P B.I.G [?] he replied true indeed Fuck all the of the blogging and social chitchat I break them down bar for bar, no KitKat My girl conceited like Remy, yeah the bitch bad Stay on fifth ave. when the sunset she switches bags Air Force 1's with the straps hanging Nigga your car ain't bulletproof, that's mad painting Play around and get played I beat the street, real spit don't get sprayed Flow like I'm a remix of 88 Kane My weed stronger than Bane My girl's ass insane And all of these niggas lame, what it is [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Right about now the city need Millz I'm trying to restore the feeling, no e-pill Mind state like Tyson training in Peekskill I don't give a fuck if that's your girl, nigga she will You rap niggas were sweet then and you're sweet still Rectangular pine box-flow, now sleep still I'm dead serious Russel ain't never signed you, you ain't deaf I know you hearing this Clarence pissed that third bottle of water I put this on my daughter No sergeant but I slaughtered, in that order Wash. Heights, find us loud in my dutch Who want to wash Heights fass asses in my trunk? Them highway pants and them hills got that thing sitting right She got to know I want to touch, what the fuck? If you want to serve raw, then you know where it's at I walk in, they looking like Chris Porter is back But it's Millz [Hook x2]