K-Rino - You Ain't Real lyrics

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)