You Ain't Real

[K-Rino] I been busting rhymes since '84 And motherfuckers got the nerve to ask me to do a free show Ain't that a Bitch with a capital B If I rap it'll be for pay here on out, never free This ain't the day for being fraud Every fool that got a tape out in the rap game be swearing up and down they hard The most pimpiness, the most mackiness Pushing most ki's, hardest nigga, most jackiness I used to have a lot of partners in the game Till a struggle came and just like a women, it make a man change You need to quit being fake and illegitimate Don't be asking me how many tapes I sold if you ain't buy my shit Stepping to K-Rino, lips in a straight pucker Little sweet potato pie ass motherfuckers The game you running boy gon' get you straight killed or hurt Tryna cap when you know we both broke as dirt [Hook: K-Rino] Cause you ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real Popping all that weak shit, thinking you got skill (you ain't real) You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real Claiming you the man when you out there in the field [K-Rino] I ain't no gangster but sometimes I fuck around with 'em But every homeboy that I roll with, they know that I'll get down with 'em I spit my trash going deep from the past flowing I'm tired of girls walking around with they ass showing The cash growing, getting dollars shoved up your crack Half them fools get a dance and snatch their paper back Next day she waiting for the bus, on the cut, check it 17 years old, dancing out there butt naked Disrespected, unprotected, think you're built to last? Same crusty little panties on your filthy ass Talking about you want a good man, you lying there At the motherfucking flea market buying hair Getting ready to hit the club at 12 'o Clock mid Calling around tryna find somebody to keep your kids Got a another on the way, still smoking blunts Pregnant than a motherfucker, in the club at seven months [Hook: K-Rino] Cause you ain't real, little mama, you ain't real Hopping your ass in every car that pass, you better chill You ain't real, you ain't real, little mama, you ain't real Fake eyes, fake hair, fake nails, fake grill [K-Rino] I used to tell my little homeboy, "Don't run with them fools Ain't nothing but murder in them streets, why don't you go and go to school" Broke down all the drama that they gave K-Rino How they showed my album cover on that cop killing show How ourself and the government keep holding us back How them punkass perpetrating hoes invented that crack How a black man'll sell is soul once he get rich How we fuck over a women and then call her a bitch North Side against the South Side, leave it alone Killing each other over land that we don't even own Understand that's the plan, I'm tired of saying that shit I'm smoking this, I'm smoking that, why the radio playing that shit? I try to do right but tonight I might as well blast Let the preacher give the sermon while he sing for your ass And when I click on these haters, all the laughing gonna stop Pop pop, pop pop pop, till the whole world drop, cause you ain't real [Hook: K-Rino] You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real Tryna buy some Jordan's with a 20 dollar bill (you ain't real) You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real Claiming you my homeboy, but trick, I know the deal (you ain't real)