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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
All the sudden it feels different/
Finely-tuned automobile that can't pass emissions/
Track record shatters the competition, but the heart is
missing/
Artist climbing the charts, wishing it would fall apart,
that was never part of the mission/
Tortilla- eat up the rap/
They just tell 'em speed up the track/
They're gon' give 'em keys to Maybach's, but he just
don't feed into that/
But he cannot leave the decathlon/
They want him rapping on every track that they feed 'em,
so they can eat off the catalog/
Mom's crying, got her raining tears like cats and dogs/
After all...she done witnessed all the suspicions, decisions
come to fruition, her son is just a musician, she's wishing
he never rapped at all/
But that's the fall when you rise/
Hypnotized, blessing in disguise/
See the skies open up when he prays, closing his eyes/
Tryna, focus the mind to an elevated state like he was, Lord of The Flies/
In accordance with time.*
Chorus:
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you really want to make it, learn to cook your own meal/
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you got your own bricks, time to take it to the field.
Verse 2:
Yeah, it's time to set it/
Verbal calisthenics/
Gotta let it hang out like Ghetto Burgers/
They giving him flack, word to Roberta/
Learn to carry a burner, no murders, but if it's beef, it's a
waiter ready to serve him/
His word is his bond/
Finished a song with a message/
He wrote to his son, if he's to die, learn a lesson/
Don't ever respond/
To all the urges in your habitat, they only want to catch
you sleeping on 'em, where the mattress at?/
Matter fact, sick of the game 'cause it made him suped/
Gator suits, Mercedes coupes, dipped in the latest boots/
Sipping that 80 proof, feeling like a baby Zeus/
'Til they put his head in a noose, beg 'em to take it loose/
Never.../
People can change quick as the weather/
Sever, all the ties when they're peeping your endeavors/
Clever, forever witty/
Died young in the city, but his wife's pretty...everybody
recite with me.
Chorus:
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you really want to make it, learn to cook your own meal/
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you got your own bricks, time to take it to the field.
Verse 3:
Via satellite, sacrifice trade for his paradise/
God got him on a roll like a pair of dice/
Son grew up/
Can't talk to 'em, so he's doing the same now, even his song blew up/
See his armed jeweled up/
Chains on his neck, in the game for respect, growing pains to collect/
Didn't listen/
Tryna get his homies in position/
Situation sticky like he spilled a soda in the kitchen/
Didn't go with intuition and his momma know the outcome/
Seen it through his father, he was obviously out-gunned and
outdone/
But kids gotta see it for their self/
Giving you the middle finger for the hands they were dealt/
Reckless/
Ineffective/
Block move like Tetris/
Aggressive/
Howling at the moon's Full Crescent/
Stressing/
Make a dollar, now he gotta stretch it/
Get excited when he see it like a fetish.
Chorus:
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you really want to make it, learn to cook your own meal/
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you got your own bricks, time to take it to the field.
Chorus:
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you really want to make it, learn to cook your own meal/
On the real/
All these rappers looking for a deal/
On the prowl, working on their style, showing their skills/
I reveal/
Not everybody's trying to build/
If you got your own bricks, time to take it to the field.
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