No Pretending

[Intro: Raekwon]

(Yo, shorty wop

Come on, man)

Yeah, yeah

You already know, man, for real, man

From the projects, man, all the way to motherfucking

The other side of the world, and shit

You know, 9th Wonder on the track

Big, big boy style, you already know

Louis Rich man

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

From the Benz to Impalas, a fistful of cash

A bank account, mad thick, quick to hem you and blast

Instead of maxing in the winter, I'm in Japan with my kin

Hydro spraying a blunt, while Duke do the glasses

It's evident we're comical

Quick to change up the slang and bring the beef to you, just like McDonald's do

Fronting raw, sit behind the bulletproof wall

Count my money, go to war, pull out while fucking my brawd

I'm no industry nigga that suck dick

I only write checks, get out of line I'm striking the WIC

Pull a viper out, stunting on the beaches

Ocean pacific gear, shower foxes on in their clich

Run the world with my girl, it's like Sex and the City

Double Aston, rub my dick, fuck with my titties

Yo bitches that love you, that's wonderful, what it do now?

But don't pretend it don't look comfortable

[Bridge 1: Raekwon]

(Just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable

But don't pretend it don't look comfortable

(Just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable

(It's just pretend) But don't pretend it don't look comfortable

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Ayo, back to blowing holes in the microphone pole

I do it easy, with 41 years of my soul

I run around high, and use it like a lullaby

Gone with the wind, with Asics on my feet, you can smell the Glock

Cousin stay buzzing, from here to Toronto

Then from there to Buenos Aires, sunk in the congo

All kind of colorful brims, trend big, what it do, yeah

You got money? You welcome to share, keep change

Dwell on recollection, reflections for days

And slanging gats in the buildings for sections

Swim through money like I'm Jewish

Cruising around salt waters, flows don't blow through no sewers

You hungry? Hit me on the hip, you smell me?

Fake niggas sitting on my whip, you tell me?

And I got it from here, stay winning, respectable real

Rugby rap on the low, no pretending

[Bridge 2: Raekwon]

Rugby rap on the low, no pretending

Rugby rap on the low, no pretending

Rugby rap on the low, no pretending

[Verse 3: Big Remo]

Call me Reezy, short for Big Remo

Call up a breezy, tell her to send in 3 more

As in kilos, pies be gambinos

Auto-pilot, I'm on grind, no sleep mode

Auto signing, no diamond, wood piece on

Dezzy underneath arm, in case I gotta beast on em'

You soft like a threechon, pussy get beat on

Cherry street fairy around the way, I'm legendary nigga

Ask around the three-four, I run with the billas

Dealers, killas, llamas, gorillas, pretenders

Fake niggas, you ain't get the memo?

Try to form an alliance with the lion out of Carolina

I can speak for em', the jays that I unleash on em'

And they don't capeesh, they hem'd up to cease

So I respect the street, it's not a game or pretend shit

I'm a star, linin' with Gods, I'm shining, it's hard