Ebony Eyez - Real LifeLyrics

Ayo, Tar, you ready? Yeah, uh Let's Do This [Chorus] Look uh Money ain't never move me Dog, this ain't a movie This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me? Sit back and relax and think about the past And make your next move your best, it might be your last Look Money ain't never move me Bitch this ain't a movie This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me? Sit back and relax and think about the past And make your next move your best, it might be your last Look Money don't make the man But still, I understand If you ain't gettin' dough, what the fuck you in this for? I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes You say you hate the music, then why you at the show? What all that yappin' mean? How the fuck that fit the plan? Where the fuck you from homeboy? You ain't from my land I see you in the club, in the corner mean-mugged With all your little thugs, go pop a bottle of bub And think about it first And drink away your problems Before a nigga out here on the streets help you solve them See, I ain't mad at ya I'm just tryin' to relax you And teach you somethin' homie, before them killers snatch you I try to keep it thorough Keith done been around the world And never understood how a man could act like a girl But see I'm just a squirrel And this is your world And I wish you the best So get it off your chest [Chorus] Louie, done made my purse Well, he ain't write this verse Some people put they money first, and don't care who they hurt Always talkin' bout how they, finna do this and finna do that Finna get that new Benz and finna buy they girl a Cadillac I try to mind my business, they strike at me with a vengeance Don't know I'm young and visicious and know how to throw them fist-es Say I don't keep it real, (what?) say I ain't got the skill (we) mad cause I got a deal, give a fuck bout how you feel I represent the streets and that's the way you gotta be And when my album drop, some people gon' be mad at me Bitches don't wanna listen, don't wanna play position Ain't got a pot to piss in, but they call they self dissin' Your next move should always be your best move Never follow what the rest do, and they'll respect you Cause money come and go, don't front like you don't know And when it's all spend up and gone, you ain't got shit to show [Chorus] Now my baby mama hate the fact, now that I'm gettin' scratch So she go and react, hold up man, matter of a fact Now that I'm thinkin' back, when I ain't had no scratch No ice, or no 'lac, hold up Kwon rewind it back Now was you gon' react? That's when I hate the fact, I laid her on her back (hold up man, don't say that) Nah, let me spit the facts Y'all know I love my son, but she only care about if he got some air force ones Now ain't that shit dumb? Now where we both come from Like all your life, you grew up running around spending funds We was broke as Hammer, t-shirts for pajamas Cribs small as llamas, eating corn flakes and bananas Now it's vests and Hummers, we fucked the whole summer The only reason, cause your man be tryin to take me under So now I sit and wonder, like I ain't got no clue And yes it's true, that the money might have moved you [Chorus]