To Be Real

It was a late late Sunday when the drama went down
Ghetto twins on the spins
Hustler of the crown
On the late deck swinging so you know we drinking
Rode the on the trunk of the truck
So you know we sinking
Boom clack bass heavy in the back
Kadaks and throwbacks
Pink smoke and cognac, I’m trippy
pretty
I got my girls with me
Gabby, Brittney, and Brittney bringing candy
Y’all chilling on that red lax leather pants
Dookie plaid short shorts
Bitch I’ll take ya mans
Snowballs and alcohols
Sweating out my blow
Bounce on ones and twos
I’m bout to hit the wall
I lead the sleazy breezy
West Coast so then please believe me
Sonically I’m made to hit thee
Like bombing up the levies
Sipping on his bitch
Swinging swipping on the swish
My song come on
To be real
Just being honest
To be real
Just being honest
(Just being honest)
There’s a house party by my boy Derrick house
Everybody hop up in the back of the truck
We 'bout to head out
Women, liquor niggas jiggin' playing Jenga
Them stank hoes
Them earthy hoes
Them messy hoes from kinder
Say boyfriend why you acting funny?
You even got money?
You know I’ve been waiting for you
All clean beau with an attitude
But you change it all around when you come around
I’m so happy I smile
To be real
Just being honest
(Just being honest)
To be real
Just being honest
(Just being honest)
I know this girl
She loves to keep it real
Work it work it
Keep it real
Work it work it
Lemme see you when you
Be real
Ms. Tank, she be real
, she be real
Hands on your knees
Hands on your knees
This is what I want you to do for me
Yeah, get with me
Move it like a washing machine
Around and
Around and
Around and around and around
These things are always sitting around
And now I know I’m lost and found
(You already know)
When you find a piece of what you had
You never realize what you gave
To be real
Just being honest
(Just being honest)
To be real
Just being honest
(Just being honest)
Keep it real
You got to be honest
Yeah