Real

[Intro]

Food & Liquor

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, my man said he wanted something real

Real, real, real, real

Something he could recognize, something he could feel

Feel, feel, feel, feel

Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real

Real, real, real, real (FNF)

Something that could make her move, something she could feel

Feel, feel, feel

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Lust, sometimes can override trust

She said that's why she gave it up

My man said blood spilled out of everything he touched

He crushed everything, he crushed

Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted the rush

Blamed it on the times being rough

Doing dirt with the devil, chasing after the dust

Make a fuss if it's them, but we hush if it's us

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]

That's why, my momma said she wanted something real

Real, real, real, real

Something she could be proud of, something she could feel

Feel, feel, feel, feel

She said they so used to not having nothin' real

Real, real, real, real

That they don't know how to act, they don't know how to feel

Feel, feel, feel

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Life, ain't meant to come around twice

Yeah, that's why I gotta get it right

They said I got it honest, now I gotta give it light

But sleep on it, that's why God give you night

I mean, I had a dream that God gave me flight

Too fly for my own good, so God gave me plight

If I wake up in the morning now I gotta give 'em sight

Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, show you right

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]

The game is not to give 'em nothing real

Real, real, real, real

Nothing that they could use, nothing that they could feel

Feel, feel, feel, feel

Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's real

Real, real, real, real

So that's all they'll know, that's all that they'll feel

Feel, feel, feel

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

Struggle, another sign that God love you

'Cause on the low, being poor make you humble

Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep 'em out of trouble

'Cause being poor also teach you how to hustle

All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble

Now that I got my own I can hit 'em with a couple

Cuff my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you

That's my plan, if I can, on the Man up above you

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]

That's why, I gotta give 'em something real

Real, real, real, real

Something they could recognize, something they could feel

Feel, feel, feel, feel

To my homies on the block I gotta give 'em something real

Real, real, real, real

Something that'll make 'em stop, something they can feel

Feel, feel, feel

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green]

Yo! FNF are real; really real, yea

You know what it is, woo

Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real

Real, real, real, real

Let's go

So real, so real, so real