Poetry 4 Real Lyrics

Another cold day in Buffalo

Size 13 Timmy tracks in the fuckin snow

Units in my trunk and they all gotta fuckin go

Til I'm Uncle Scrooge backstroking in the fuckin dough

I sold a ton of blow coulda been a trap rapper

Wordplay sharp enough to be a backpacker

Hook flame beats flame get the track snappin

Star man bar man like I'm Caxsackie

Aw man oh you wanna be a outlaw

Speaking street shit that can't nobody vouch for

Neva had a plug what you know about raw

Talking loud pack smoking on outdoor

We don't wanna hear that shit

Matter fact we don't wanna stand near that shit

My girl foxy I tell her Pam Grier that shit

Competition yeah we gon come clear that shit

When the level up real everybody won't approve

You missing the best part watch me hit em with the move

The girls say I'm charming

They know I'm to something but my smile is disarming

Couple sweet nothings I'm sliding my anacond in

Ride through the region like the muthafuckin don

And I'm thinking I'm the one

Struggle get to cutting have you thinking with a gun

Like you bout to war your way out these muthafuckin slums

And this poetry for real niggaz

Inspiration for the ill niggaz

The industry gone have to deal with us

You gon have to muthafuckin deal with us

And its still young lethal

Fist in the air like power to the people

We be in cut smoking sour to the diesel

Dope with the art like its powder on the easel

Dope with the art like I wrote it with a needle

Burn clean whip got em glued to the peephole

Enemies won't be around for the sequel

Foul me I'mma double back shoot a free throw

Got them haters feeling nauseous

Won't take my foot off they neck until they forfeit

My old head told me how take some soft shit

Whip it back to a pile of rockers like a mosh pit

Left the streets nigga had to cut his losses

Plus I want a muthafuckin fortune

I'm talking new Wraith paper

Coast to coast money

Wolf of Wallstreet parties on the boat money

The young me wanted nothing but coke money

But now I'm after businesses

Not a minute to sit in a prision losing religion

Its only one life to live and I'm trying to get it

Travel like I don't know what the pivot is

See how I play with them sentences

Niggaz couldn't stand me I was they arch nemesis

I was in the lab just mixing up on some chemist shit

Beef never started it hammer I let em finish it

And this poetry for real niggaz

Inspiration for the ill niggaz

The industry gone have to deal with us

You gon have to muthafuckin deal with us