Quando Rondo - Real Love lyrics

Pooh, you a fool for this one go Grizz
Damn, man, it's a shame, my nigga
(Some things just don't go)
Seem like every time you put your
Hand out to gift somebody
Some nigga bite your shit
You know, I ain't done nothin' but
Keep it real with them niggas, you heard me?
But shit, that's how shit go
Some niggas want you locked up
Check this out, look

My nigga took the charge for me, for that
He real
What would he think of convicted felons who
Step and press that brand new crib?
Jumped off my grandma porch, ever since
I been in the field (Sorry, grandma)
The real fans feelin' like I changed
Since I got this deal
That really hurt me to my heart
Sosa died on this block
I got turned on to Young Jefe
Then went and got a Glock (Glizzy)
I was out searching for real love
Just like Mary J blige
I told lil' Filthy, "It's Crip love
I love you with my heart"

Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
But I guess that I'm blinded
I've been searching for so long
But I just can't seem to find it

I lost lil' Quahfee to that heat
Mama Marta to cancer
They sent lil' Leeky up that creek
Too much shit I can't handle
He got a bitch on Facebook
With Dickie 'fit's and camo (On God)
Tim cock it back and let it bust
'til it ain't got no ammo
Shout out to Brozak
He taught me to put the paper first
(Stack up the guap) it hurt to face the fact
My lil' cousin on paperwork
And I'm the one showed you the shit
That's why I wanna slap you
All the iron you slung and licks you hit
That shit don't hold no value

Real love i'm searching for real love
This for my dawgs in the pavement
And you ain't have to take a stand
But you still made a statement
(RIP to all my motherfuckin' niggas)
Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
It's too late for all that butter love
I gotta show you come straight
From the gutter love

Young black man, the chosen one
He took his family out of poverty
What do you do when you've been
Crossed so many times without apology?
Mind naturally stable
But I don't think I'm able mentally
The way I bang the wheelchair
You would think I had a disabling
While I was out seekin' for
Love, I lost myself, it ain't no fair to me
I was writing raps inside my
Cell, I scream and yell
This not to the place to be
Who going next, it's maybe me
Stress to my girl like "Baby, please"
Don't play with us, we play for keeps
All of my niggas slang iron in the streets
Top shotta droppin' a bag
I bet I get him deceased
Red watched him put on his mask
I want them niggas six feet
Don dada who self-employed but still
Sing to the streets big choppers
We love to bust 'em every time that it's beef

Take me out the ghetto
But you can't take the ghetto out me
We just some cold-blooded killers
We gon' live in these streets
And we been steppin' on them niggas
Every time that it's beef
Want them niggas dead and gone this week