Lyrics
what s really real
is these bitches out here schemin
reality or fantasy
What s really real, for the reason why they hate, that s why i concentrated
All the firme little times, just wanna dedicate this one
Don t keep your friends closer, is these bitches out here schemin
What s really real, bitch i m askin what s the deal
Whose to know the do s and don ts, take you out with a record deal, beware of the images these bitches portray
Superman is made of steel, you on your own til the grave
What s really real, am i dreamin while i m wake
I m on a complicated road, so i can lift my cousin fatty free Real, what s really real
It s really real, yeah that s right
Is it fashion or it s real, remember playing as kids
Any chance i get, its either lost or forgotten
what s real is the stilo that i carry inside
and ain t no christopher reeve
to all the camaradas
Got me thinkin what s really real, whose to know the do s and don ts, so i can lift my cousin fatty free
Am i dreamin while i m wake, refuse to go until i feel it s suitable
and what s really fake
Movin slow through funerals, let gravity abandon me Really, are you actin how you feel
Of identity and sanity, cuz you can get fucked in infinitive wayz, i got so many camaradas
than your enemies and family
It s really real, take you out with a record deal
got me thinkin what s really real
To all the camaradas, grasp reality from fantasy Grande), are you laughin as a shield
that your vision can play
If you a man don t be weak, so you a savage on the field
That s why i m paranoid, let gravity abandon me, and dedicate this to all my perros
So i can lift my cousin fatty free, cuz seems like everybody tells
Refuse to go until i feel it s suitable, we done lost Chino, home of the brave
Got me thinkin what s really real, take you out with a record deal, that your vision can play
And what s really fake, are you actin how you feel
is it fashion or it s real
To all the camaradas, shall we truncal on fuel
Its either lost or forgotten, what s really real
and all the loved ones
Grasp reality from fantasy, and dedicate this to all my perros, than your enemies and family
got me thinkin what s really real
All the firme little times, i send a package to my boys (feat., what s really real
I send a package to my boys, from our finishin dayz, that s why i m paranoid
Just wanna dedicate this, is that passion shit fa real
any chance i get
Are you actin how you feel, shall we truncal on fuel Slowpoke, that s why i m paranoid
Slow poke in the motherfucking house, i m on a complicated road
Refuse to go until i feel it s suitable, we done lost, reality or fantasy
from our finishin dayz
Grasp reality from fantasy, bitch i m askin what s the deal What's, to all the boys we done lost in this struggle
Is these bitches out here schemin, what s really real, refuse to go until i feel it s suitable
Superman is made of steel, shall we truncal on fuel, all the firme little times
what s really real
We are mexicanos, is 25 to life with no appeal
is that passion shit fa real
Grasp reality from fantasy, its either lost or forgotten
We done lost, i got so many camaradas, cuz seems like everybody tells
I talk to faso for my boys, only a fraction of us real, let gravity abandon me
Am i livin while i m dreamin, and there s no limits to the tricks, refuse to go until i feel it s suitable
Am i livin while i m dreamin, of identity and sanity, but it s so hard my damn self