Real Ones

Yo, where I'm from the streets know my name | No time to waste, set my momma's straight | Collar big, new whip with the polishment | My dollars spent on my kids colleges Por favor, don't want my daughter poor | No days off when we go on tour | I'm on the hotel phone, tell her I miss her | New Gucci slippers, no coochies with us | Clear it out, silencer, don't talk to me | And don't run up to my mans | They don't talk for free | I hate when they say that talk is cheap | Cause I'm the type who let the money talk for me || Some sleep with the fishes | I'm on family business | And them birds don't fly, without my permission | I ain't walking with a limp, but I'm moving different | You ain't moving with the squad, we don't even mention || I touch the sky | Keep my feet on the ground | The roots run deep | Keep my real ones around | Run these numbers up | I ain't coming back down | I'm never coming back down | I touch the sky | Keep my feet on the ground | The roots run deep | Keep my real ones around | Run these numbers up | I ain't coming back down | I'm never coming back down || Yo, when you're dealing with old heads you better listen | Hood mentality, rather crippling | Floor seats at the Pistons, reminiscent | Bad Boys, 04 - Ben & Ham on a mission | Now it's all laid out, you are all are played out | Sit on a suede couch, let it all air out | Play with the kid | Toast for my bread and my family | Blood to my head, losing gravity | It's lonely at the top but not for me | I made sure to bring the real ones with me | Now we're decorating blue skies with all the beautiful things | Diamonds in your eyes shine like Superbowl rings || Some sleep with the fishes | I'm on family business | And them birds don't fly, without my permission | I ain't walking with a limp, but I'm moving different | You ain't moving with the squad, we don't even mention || I touch the sky Keep my feet on the ground | The roots run deep | Keep my real ones around | Run these numbers up | I ain't coming back down | I'm never coming back down | I touch the sky | Keep my feet on the ground | The roots run deep | Keep my real ones around | Run these numbers up | I ain't coming back down | I'm never coming back down||