LAURENCE FISHBURNE Lyrics

I just did a show back to back in my G Nikes

See me on stage do my thing, they like "he nice"

Ears on freeze they don't melt cause this real ice

I don't do the cap in my rap this my real life

Motor City Ugo do the dash in whatever

Grip the woodgrain while I recline on the leather

If I cop a sack then you know the sack pressure

Roll a two oh and leave one for every letter

Bitch I'm in the game like EA

Jumpin Off The Porch don't a fuck bout he say she say

She sending emojis with a selfie in her PJs

I just caught another play, I need an instant replay

She sending me that freak face I'ma cut her like a filet

Who the hell I think I am? You better ask Kamina

I know niggas toting Canons I know niggas toting cameras

Cop another three I'm finna dirty up my Fanta cup, yea

Nigaas throwing rocks and hide they hand acting clueless

Why these niggas talking to me like they think a nigga stupid?

If you cross your brother out then you reckless and you ruthless

Fruitless, found wisdom used to be a nuisance

Go against the fam, I'm bound to leave a nigga toothless

Barefoot with no swoosh, bitch I fucking do it

Well cooked, over done, let that bitch burn

I'm a real nigga, y'all actors, Laurence Fishburne

Let it breathe for a moment

Yamp yamp yamp, nigga show me my opponent

Working overtime, I'm prepared for my moment

I could smoke a whole zip but I still won't blow it

A hustler gon win, he don't stop cause it's natural

Snakes in the grass, cut em they ain't looking after you

I'm too real for these interviews you need to get a outer view

All that envy and that hate get it out of you

Niggas claim they do a lot but it's a lot of bull

Niggas claim they having motion but they standing still

I know some niggas can't hate and yea them niggas real

It's some niggas outchea softer than a daffodil

I know a junkie that'll kill you for a dollar bill

Crack another seal cause I'm sort of ill

She gon pop another pill searching for a thrill

I'm just being real fuck the bullshit

I don't leave the house without a full clip

Bitch I'm more P than a toothpick

Roll a oz I need a new Bic

All I got my word and my balls like a pool stick

Yea I talk shit but I walk heavy

And I hate you niggas like a redneck in a new Chevy

Yea I seen your message I ain't replying bitch I'm being petty

Razor-sharp focus and consistency done turned me deadly

You know Ugo gon run it like a fucking medley

I audible then call the play fuck if you don't let me

I ain't got no limit cause I'm a Eagle hoe

Going hard everyday for my people though

Going hard for my brethren I'm his keeper though

I done sent the whole album he ain't leak it though

When you know some real people better keep em close

Yea

Real shit nigga

Motor City Ugo

Yea