Ugh, Food and Liquor

Chorus 1
My man said he wanted something real
Real, real, real, real
Something he could recognize, something he could feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel
Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real
Real, real, real, real
Something that could make her move, something she could feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

Verse 1
Lust sometimes can override trust
She said that’s why she gave it up
My man said blood spilt out of everything he touched
He crushed everything he crushed
Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted the rush
Blamed it on the times being ruff
Doing dirt with the devil chasing after the dust
Make a fuss if it’s them, but we hush if it’s us
That’s why…

Chorus 2
My momma said she wanted something real
Real, real, real, real
Something she could be proud of, something she could feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel
She said, “They so used to not having nothing real”
Real, real, real, real
That they don’t know how to act, they don’t know how to feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

Verse 2
Life ain’t meant to come around twice
That’s why I gotta get it right
They said I got it honest now I gotta give it light
But sleep on it, that’s why God give you night
I mean, I had a dream that God gave me flight
Too fly for my own good, so God gave me plight
If I wake up in the mourning now I gotta give ‘em sight
Make ‘em see, break ‘em free, ain’t a G, shol you right

Chorus 3
The game is not to give ‘em nothing real
Real, real, real, real
Nothing that they can use, nothing that they can feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel
Give ‘em a bunch of lives and teach ‘em that it’s real
Real, real, real, real
So that’s all they’ll know, that’s all that they’ll feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

Verse 3
Struggle, another sign that God loves you
Cause on the low, being po’ makes you humble
Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep ‘em out of trouble
Cause being po’ also teach you how to hustle
All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble
Now that I got my own, I can hit ‘em with a couple
Cuff’ my hommies so they ain’t got no reason to cuff you
That’s my plan if I can on the man up above you
That’s why…

Chorus 4
I gotta give ‘em something real
Real, real, real, real
Something they can recognize, something they can feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel
To my hommies on the block, I gotta give ‘em something real
Real, real, real, real
Something that’ll make ‘em stop, something they can feel
Feel, feel, feel, feel

Fade out
Yo, f n f up real
Really real, yeah, you know what it is
Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real

So real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
So real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real

Something they can feel so real