(Intro)
Uh, what’s the definition of real?
You either real or you ain’t
No in between
Line em up cousin
(Verse 1 – Dave East)
What’s the definition of real?
I still enter the field
These pills give me the chills
Torey push the foreign
The first s**t I rode in was stolen
These bi**hes get boring
Rarely catch me wearing Ralph Lauren
More into Giuseppe
Not a word you ni**as could tell me
My critics can s**k a d**k
Talk to ni**as in prison daily
Trap pass the red
These presidents I got are actually dead
Clientele don’t match the consignment just give me half instead
Naturally pimp s**t
Seat’s massaging me in the Rover, knocking piff s**t
You blogging like Bizkit
Foreign senses violate us they call forensics
That felony stopped my Canada paper not to mention
Toronto love me
Eritrean girls call me hubby
I’m tryna learn their language my ni**as tell me I’m lucky
I give no reply to strangers, I fall asleep out the country
My phone was filled with custees
Trust me, the ghetto love me
(Verse 2 – Tory Lanez)
I light the swisher like I light the picture
The burner’s talking like Tina Turner when Ike is with her
I might get with her or I might just get her and hit it
Flip extension out her wig and split the out the center, uh
We duck polices, book apartments, f**k up leases
Keep a .40 on me tucked
You need a one way up to Jesus ni**a
I’m sick of this sickle cell in your melanin
A ni**a well, but who telling my bi**h is chilling do Ellen on TV
Sunday, sunday beach and brunch
They keep it easy, even numbers on my scoreboard
Four whores in my three and even more
I’m hardly beefing, I’m vegan more when I’m eating
Even score for sure I’m keeping
Keep a .4 between the seats
Cause she the sweetest Puerto-Rican
Creeping freaking for sure we creeping
Keep it on the low
She know my BM in my DM, uh
Hook my ni**a Dave up with a freak from out the eastside
Says he only f**k with Harlem ni**as flying G5’s
That’s real baby but my dawg is here, baby
It’s all clear like when money’s all there, baby
I’m good, yeah tire popping, I’m all year, baby
I go and hit the mall and they like oh hell, baby
It’s the kid
(Verse 3 – Dave East)
The ocean shore with the pool reach
B*tches got me feeling like I’m LL Cool East
Nextell cells, they posted bail after two weeks, Dayum
Toast out in Greece, I backed it out on a new beach, Backed it out
Can’t ride with me homie, the coupe got two seats, Can’t ride
Horsepower, step on the gas, you hit a coupe speed, Vroom
KG, just had a daughter, I love my new niece
On Kairi, couple months apart, my life’s a movie
I’m Glock gripping, hold a ladder and kick like Bruce Lee
When we eat, dine in expensive, don’t get no food cheap, Never
Who is he? Young rich ni**a, I just abuse beef
Shawty came with Tory Lanez, she never knew East, Never
(Outro – Dave East & Tory Lanez)
Tor shawty had to-
It had to came with you cuzo, I ain’t never seen that bi**h in my life
And she from Canada, nah I ain’t see her in Harlem ever, Aha
F**k it though
We can f**k her though
Laid back in the bungalow, oh
I got the motherload
In the hood, I’m so comfortable
Eastside
Girl, I pray for that woman
I’m so on her, I’m on her
I’m so on it, I’m on it
Girl hop in it, get on it
Gin and my tonic yeah
Ohh, yeah, yeah
Yeahh, ohh, yeahh
