Real Thing ft. Cee Moore Lyrics

One time for the real, two times for the real thing

Need something to slow me down, cause lately I don't feel the same way

I'm just hoping you gon' make it alright, make it alright

I got a lot on my mind, just hoping you gon' make it alright, make it alright

Grew up on section A, right on second place

Lobsters and good steaks, we ain't never ate

Couldn't call the house a home cause we ain't never stay

They dreaming of birthdays that ain't never came

Black Jesus with the dreadlocks, but we ain't never pray

Started carrying a pocket tool by the seventh grade

Court cases after court cases, facing real time

Used to read that Bible in that cell just to kill time, but I ain't believe it

You're not an atheist, you're just not religious

Save all that preaching for the congregation trying to reach us

I need a bitch with a good brain and some conversation

Who also got a good head, she my motivation, she my inspiration

She the reason why I grind with no hesitation

I got a key to her heart so it ain't never vacant

She mine to own, play a role and never say shit

I swear she ain't somebody you should play with

One time for the real, two times for the real thing

Need something that'll slow me down, cuz lately I don't feel the same way

Hoping you gon' make it alright

I got a lot on my mind, just hoping you gon' make it alright

Alright, alright

Yea, she got a man though, what he don't know won't killing him

You know how that saying go, quarter ounce of weed to smoke

We just fucked a week ago, never ask questions

What we doing cause we don't need to know

We just come and go, no literally, we just come and go

She cut her phone off when she with me, oh yeah, she one of those

She married with a daughter that's his, but she don't feel ashamed

My girl telling me that she love me, hope she don't do the same

Taye shot, bottle of liquor, so I don't feel the pain

We don't pillow talk like certain niggas, no mention names

Maybe in that same Toyota, but we in different lanes

She riding me like a drunk driver, swerving, got her switch the lanes

This a different window, we be in our own shit

Never out of bounds though, I be in my zone quick

My girl and her man calling, we just let the phone ring

Never handcuff her though, I let her do her own thing

One time for the real, two times for the real thing

Need something that'll slow me down, cuz lately I don't feel the same way

I'm Hoping you gon' make it alright, I got a lot on my mind

I'm hope that you gon' make it alright

For the love of you, that's Isley Brothers in the background

I fill her up then knock her back down, blowing her back out, she in the feelings

She ain't never felt a stroke like this, blame it on Henny

I ain't never felt a throat like this! That Jada fire head

Pussy more dangerous than that Corona on a cold day

I'm Guy in her on her phone, now that's a cold play

Shit, when them lights go out, it's fight season

The way she do that thing with her mouth, I might keep her

We in the house, hardly go out, like bike season

After she do that family thing, she might creep in

He pay her bills, I only give her dick, that don't make sense

I break her back while he breaking his back just to pay rent

shit get uncomfortable when you think about it

Shorty don't even talk to her friends about it

Knock at the door, couple more knocks, shit, it don't let up

Soon as I seen her look on her face, this was a setup