Just to Be Real

Just to be real
Ion wanna be witcha
Cause I don't get along witcha
Can't even hang witcha
Hate to be rude
But he ain't right for ya
Won't even fight for ya
Won't loose his life for ya

We was both really doing fine
Till I saw u with some other guy
Save the drama for some other time
Cause right now I'll except the crime
But I bet he can't do what I do
Ride u round in a coupe
Hundred bills with the blue
Red bottoms on ya shoe

Rip it up rip it up
Fake love wasn't real enough
Heart blood wasn't thick enough
And your action wasn't quick enough
Pump brakes cause I'm givin up
Made you cry tried to make it up
Your tears weren't clear enough
To see our love was real enough

We was both really growing big
Till u found u another gig
Post up with another pic
Dumb girl thought she was slick
But I bet he can't do what I do
Ride u round in a coupe
Hundred bills with the blue
Red bottoms on ya shoe

Don't u ever try to hit me up
Told my homeboys to hook me up
Better luck with another buck
But he can't show the same love
Gave you all of the answers
Even tried to be romantic
How you call me a playboy
When u never gave the chances