Real Love Songtext
von Quando Rondo

Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Damn, man, it′s a shame, my nigga
(Some things just don't go)
Seem like every time you put your hand out
To gift somebody, some nigga bite your shit
You know, I ain′t done nothin' but keep it real with them niggas
You heard me?
But shit, that's how shit go
Some niggas want you locked up
Check this out, yeah


My nigga took the charge for me, for that, he real
What would he think of convicted felons
Who step and press that brand new crib?
Jumped off my grandma porch
Ever since, I been in the field (Sorry, grandma)
The real fans feelin′ like I changed since I got this deal
That really hurt me to my heart, Sosa died on this block
I got turned on to Young Jefe, then went and got a Glock (Glizzy)
I was out searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige
I told lil′ Filthy, "It's Crip love, I love you with my heart"

Real love, yeah
I′m searching for real love
But I guess that I'm blinded
I′ve been searching for so long
But I just can't seem to find it

I lost lil′ Quahfee to that heat, Mama Marta to cancer
They sent lil' Leeky up that creek, too much shit I can't handle
He got a bitch on Facebook with Dickie ′fits and camo (On God)
Tim cock it back and let it bust ′til it ain't got no ammo
Shout out to Brozak
He taught me to put the paper first (Stack up the guap)
It hurt to face the fact my lil′ cousin on paperwork
And I'm the one showed you the shit, that′s why I wanna slap you
All the iron you slung and licks you hit
That shit don't hold no value


Real love
I′m searching for real love
This for my dawg in the pavement
And you ain't had to take a stand
But, you still made a statement (R.I.P. to all my motherfuckin' niggas)

Real love, yeah
I′m searching for real love
It′s too late for all that butter love
I gotta show you come straight from the gutter love

Young black man, the chosen one
He took his family out of poverty
What you do when you've been crossed so many times without apology?
Mentally stable but I don′t think I'm able mentally
The way I′ve been a wheelchair, you would think I had a disability

While I was lost seekin' for love, I lost myself, it ain′t no fair to me
I was writing raps inside my cell
I scream and yell, this not to the place to be
Who going next, it's maybe me
Stress to my girl like, baby, please
Don't play with us, we play with keeps
All of my niggas slang iron in the streets

Top shotta droppin′ a bag, I bet I get him deceased
Red watched him put on his mask, I want them niggas six feet
Don dada who self-employed, but still sing to the streets
Big choppers, we love to bust ′em every time that it's beef

Take me out the ghetto, but you can′t take the ghetto out me
We just some cold-blooded killers, who gon' live in these streets
And we been steppin′ on them niggas every time that it's beef
Want them niggas dead and gone this week