For Real(er) - Skyzoo

Stop fucking around and be a man

You either can be stuck underground or flee the land

Like you can be the one in the ride who lead the band

Or you can be the one on the line who need a gram

Do it how they taught you on the records they brought you

Your hero said he’d run outta town on Peter Pans

Cool, all that resonates and all that dedicates til you outside and you see the

vans

I rolls on the loop with everything we about

'cause circles can’t fit no squares, it keeps em out

Looped in off what the stoop is

Where the pound talk is treys like Lupin

Un-markeds side by side where the coupe is

They c’est la vie the next Trayvon shooting

I’m back to my brick in the booth shit, my vocab paraphernalia

I float around the track like Mahalia

Back for the braillers, know that they drag you when you gone like you playing

for Baylor

That’s word to a Dennehy, and words to remember me

You know it’s either that or you turn to a memory

You are who you are, you can’t turn on your tendencies

Prove it when we call something over, ven aqui

Truck jewels while the truck move, caught it right off the deck

Til' they strip it and call it quality of life arrests

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

They say it’s like that, money entice that

The celebration is waiting like «where the lights at?»

I made a way out the gate and ain’t have to hype that

I put my name on a plate and they couldn’t price that

I seen cops get lower than where the night’s at

I seen dice turn over and push a life back

I sent dough in the mail like where the kites at?

They make your bro switch cells before you write back

But shit it’s like that, nothing else like this

Did it alone so I don’t know what the hype is

And when it’s like this and po-9 peruse by me

I treat em like if all of em think that they’re Giuliani

Said they got a reason to see what the aim like

I trained with my left 'cause I knew they would play me right

7 days 7 nights while the 7 is upon us

Que up the God number like Melo in the corner

Taught us our fathers to the heavens that adorn us

Caught us star gazing at the bezels that was on us

Pat your own self on the shoulders

Or mask on, put your name up like Quinones

OG told us how he blew dollars rights before the lick hit

Take 'em back, blue collar '94 Knicks shit, it’s like that

Money entice that, the celebration is waiting like «where the likes at?»

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer

It gets for real, and then it gets for realer

Like jumping out the deck and the tape all killer