Ain't Real

[Verse 1: KC Da Beatmonster]

Motherfuckers ain't real no more

Claiming that they cool but they hating on the low

Saying that they fam but they really ain't yo bros

The niggas out here ain't selling I know

How in the hell could you not want to win

How in the hell could you not want this paper

Hell no I don't want no new friends

Matter of fact you can keep all your favors

How in the hell could you not want to grind

How in the hell could you not want to shine

How in the hell could you not want a Rolo

With so many diamonds that you couldn't tell time

How could you not want to count this paper

Get you a crib with a elevator

Upgrade that bitch with some escalators

Add a ton of acre just to show the haters

How in the hell could you not want a Benz

How in the hell could you not want the fans

How in the hell you call yourself a rapper

Without no bars, what the fuck is you saying

[Hook: KC Da Beatmonster]

Motherfuckers ain't real no more

Motherfuckers ain't real

Motherfuckers ain't real no more

Motherfuckers ain't real

How in the hell you call yourself a rapper

How in the hell

How in the hell you call yourself a trapper

How in the hell

How in the hell you call yourself a rapper

How in the hell

How in the hell you call yourself a trapper

How in the hell

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Nigga can't level with me, I pull up

Nigga can't war with me, I pull guns

Pull on triggers, get rid of these fucks

Motherfucker, pull on smoke, get rid of my stress

They want to be me but they not though

They want to be us but they not so

Sharpen they brain, these niggas is plain

Broke for life ass nigga get paid

How in the hell do you look at your kids

How in the fuck do you look in the mirror

I ain't got time, nigga I'm blind

Def and dumb to punk shit and that's real

Serious as fuck, twenty years proving it

Gotta show a dumb nigga how I do again

Gotta cut another nigga from the crew again

We true to this, we ain't new to this

And that's old school game

Slow nigga, we dropped out and we made it

Living that life, nigga so fraud he heard shots

And dropped dead but he faking

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Boogz Boogetz]

I used to play the block at the post up

I was at the corner with the toast up

Mobbing in the hood, nigga everywhere I'm good

Tell the paparazzi come and get a close up

Yeah I used to get my piff straight from uptown

Now I'm balling like a bitch, nigga what now

I ain't never been a snitch

I ain't never ever switched

Far Rock everyday you hear them guns sound

Waiting for the damn labels to start signing me

Nowadays all these rappers want to sign to me

You should trap around the clock

Mix some work up in the pot

Now a nigga made it off the block finally

Pardon me, niggas nerves is like Carlton Banks

Throwing shots but they shooting blanks

Nah I ain't talking about a gold chain

When I'm out in MIA with my Cuban link

You a fake nigga and your shoes is fake

I been on the road, I got moves to make

Got a house by the lake, couple grand in the safe

Yeah a nigga so fly I could use a cape

I do my own thing, I got my own way

So I could give a fuck about how you feel no more

Used to be the bro, now you acting like a hoe

I guess

[Hook]