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

'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

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

'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

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

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)