(feat. Sarah Green)

[Intro:]
Uh
Food & Liquor
Yea

[Chorus:]
My man said he wanted somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
Somethin' he could recognize, somethin' he could feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)
Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
Somethin' that could make a move somethin she could feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)

[Verse 1:]
Lust
Sometimes can override trust
She said thats why she gave it up
My man said blood spilt out of everything he touch
He crushed everything he crush
Ruined everything he loved he just wanted to brush
Blamed it on the times bein' rough
Doin' dirt with the devil chasin' after the dust
Make a fuss, if you see him
But we hush, if it's us
That's why

[Chorus:]
My momma said she wanted somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
Somethin' she could be proud of somethin' she can feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)
She said they so used to not havin' nothin' real (real, real, real, real)
But they don't know how to act, they don't know how to feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)

[Verse 2:]
Life
Ain't meant to come around twice
That's why I gotta get it right
They said I got it honest, now I gotta give it light
But sleep on it, thats why God give you night
I mean, I had a dream that God gave me flight
To fly for my own good, so God gave me plight
If I wake up in the morning now I got to give him sight
Make him see, break him free
Ain't a G, now show your rides

[Chorus:]
The game is not to give him nothin' real (real, real, real, real)
Nothin' that they could use, nothin' they could feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)
Give him a bunch of lies and teach him that it's real (real, real, real, real)
So thats all that they know, that's all that they would feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)

[Verse 3:]
Struggle
Not a sign that God loves ya
Cause on the low, bein' poor means your humble
Keep they names in my rhymes, tryna keep 'em out of trouble
Cause bein' poor teach you how to hustle
All they want is some shoes or some rims for they double
Now that I got my own I can hit they with a couple
Cuff my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you
Thats my plan, if I can
Hold the man, _
That's why

[Chorus:]
I gotta give them somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
Somethin' they could recognize somethin' they could feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)
To my homies on the block, I gotta give them somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
Somethin' that will make them stop, somethin' they can feel (feel, feel, feel, feel)

[Outro:]
Yo!
FNF UP!
Real
Yea!
You know what it is
Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin' real (real, real, real, real)
So real [fade out]