The Real is Back

[Hook] The real is back, I’m back yeah It’s been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without that gangsta music you can rep to The real is back, I’m back It’s been a long time I shouldn't have left you Without that gangsta music to rep to [Verse 1: Z-RO] Sorry I kept ya’ll waiting, the real is back I was dry but they ain't qualified to give you that I’m talking bout the jungle cuz I really live in that I am a bearilla, yeah grizzly silver-back Most people you meet ‘em and you know they feel off top When they say real don’t know if he feel or not Gun license but don’t know if he gone kill or not Break in his home boy’s house straight steal his quad I’m allergic to bitch niggas see em and start sneezing Been addicted to real shit since I start breathing I know these niggas scared I can hear their heart beating Never seen my kind part angel part demon Look in the mirror I’m in love with my reflection Ain’t no love for a bitch I’m in love with my protection They stole my shine from me but I stole it back Had the baby mommas in microphones, RO is back [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-RO] Michael Jordan showed me, so I’ma show you how to ball Texan wide wheels, I’ma show you how to crawl For fine clothes on me, I’ma really buy the mall Hood nigga even when they hiding I can spot the law Rich than a bitch long way from being broke From starter jackets to different color chinchilla coats Broke ass niggas breast stroking but I’m in a boat So much money she want me to put babies in her throat Fuck throwing dollar bills I’m about to start throwing cars Ya’ll still rolling cigarellos bitch Im rolling jars And ain’t a damn thing stolen when I’m rolling And I got so much shit I think I need to clean out my colon Rappers, yeah they cool but they dance too much But cats like me we just want the cash too much Cats like you can't fight so you blast too much No wonder why they whoop your ass too much, bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Z-RO] You out in the gone life even though it’s a bitch I dropped a B on them boys even though it’s a six Charge a whole lot of money just to go in a chick I get pardon no money when she blowing the dick Yeah that’s your partner but he got ya behind bars Niggas snitching and murdering they partner behind broads The new definition of real ain’t it, that’s some bullshit Ya’ll already know I keep it cracking like a bull whip Uh, homie you better hide if you rose four I will slide a grown man up under a closed door He Pinocchio cuz when he talk his nose grow Im who they roll out the blue carpet and open doors for Im like a buffet I feed so many folks Yet Im like fuck a friend me and a set of spinning spokes I crack open money bags ya’ll crack prison jokes Outer line like summer time in Gwyneth Oak, come back [Hook]