Real Love

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Go Grizz

Damn, man, it's a shame, my *****

I changed, my *****

Some things just don't go

Seem like every time you put your hand out

To gift somebody, some ***** bite your ****

You know, I ain't done nothin' but keep it real with them **, you heard me?

But ****, that's how **** go

Some n**** want you locked up

Check this out, look

My ***** 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 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 **** I can't handle

He got a ***** on Facebook, with Dickie 'fits 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 **** 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

Well, you still made a statement

Real love, yeah

I'm searching for real love

It's too late for all that butter love I gotta show you come straight from the gutter love

Young black mind, the chosen one, he took his family out of poverty

What 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 lost seekin' for love, I lost myself, it ain't no fair to me

I was writing raps just out my cell

I was 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 *****s 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 ***** dead and gone this week