You Ain’t Real

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I been busting rhymes since '84
And motherfuckers got the nerve to ask me to do a free show
Ain't that a Bitch with a capital B
If I rap it'll be for pay here on out, never free
This ain't the day for being fraud
Every fool that got a tape out in the rap game be swearing up and down they hard
The most pimpiness, the most mackiness
Pushing most ki's, hardest nigga, most jackiness
I used to have a lot of partners in the game
Till a struggle came and just like a women, it make a man change
You need to quit being fake and illegitimate
Don't be asking me how many tapes I sold if you ain't buy my shit
Stepping to K-Rino, lips in a straight pucker
Little sweet potato pie ass motherfuckers
The game you running boy gon' get you straight killed or hurt
Tryna cap when you know we both broke as dirt

[Hook: K-Rino]
'Cause you ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real
Popping all that weak shit, thinking you got skill (you ain't real)
You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real
Claiming you the man when you out there in the field

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
I ain't no gangster but sometimes I fuck around with 'em
But every homeboy that I roll with, they know that I'll get down with 'em
I spit my trash going deep from the past flowing
I'm tired of girls walking around with they ass showing
The cash growing, getting dollars shoved up your crack
Half them fools get a dance and snatch their paper back
Next day she waiting for the bus, on the cut, check it
17 years old, dancing out there butt naked
Disrespected, unprotected, think you're built to last?
Same crusty little panties on your filthy ass
Talking about you want a good man, you lying there
At the motherfucking flea market buying hair
Getting ready to hit the club at 12 o'clock mid
Calling around tryna find somebody to keep your kids
Got a another on the way, still smoking blunts
Pregnant than a motherfucker, in the club at seven months

[Hook: K-Rino]
'Cause you ain't real, little mama, you ain't real
Hopping your ass in every car that pass, you better chill
You ain't real, you ain't real, little mama, you ain't real
Fake eyes, fake hair, fake nails, fake grill

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
I used to tell my little homeboy, "Don't run with them fools
Ain't nothing but murder in them streets, why don't you go and go to school"
Broke down all the drama that they gave K-Rino
How they showed my album cover on that cop killing show
How ourself and the government keep holding us back
How them punkass perpetrating hoes invented that crack
How a black man'll sell is soul once he get rich
How we fuck over a women and then call her a bitch
North Side against the South Side, leave it alone
Killing each other over land that we don't even own
Understand that's the plan, I'm tired of saying that shit
I'm smoking this, I'm smoking that, why the radio playing that shit?
I try to do right but tonight I might as well blast
Let the preacher give the sermon while he sing for your ass
And when I click on these haters, all the laughing gonna stop
Pop pop, pop pop pop, till the whole world drop
'Cause you ain't real

[Hook: K-Rino]
You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real
Tryna buy some Jordan's with a 20 dollar bill (you ain't real)
You ain't real, motherfucker, you ain't real
Claiming you my homeboy, but trick, I know the deal (you ain't real)