Forget every so-called thug's interpretation of the word 'real'. Real is what you feel now what you are led to think is real...don't be misled, I have been more than once before...
A mogul in the making, perfection in the progress
Being introduced to hip hop as the most original and subliminal entertainment groups in a long time, Liberty Squad Entertainment brings what music is missing...actual flavor through song and instrumental. Being headed by Priest Black and sponsored by BFE (Black Family Enterprises) there's nothing that can stop Liberty Squad Entertainment from reaching the level of Roc-a-fella Records or the G-Unit establishment...
Story behind the song
Just the seperation from my last squad. I was being loyal but I was also being too ambitious for what was going on. Basically, I was shining more than my boss and he got embarrassed...and that's real...
Lyrics
Hook
Live for gettin cash money, yo that's real
Money ova b*** es every moment, that's real
Still gettin cash for the meals, yo that's real
Still feel pain, but don't show it, that's real
Verse 1
I'ma be pealed before this lil day is over
Mackin like I'm Casanova, get it like a soldier
Signed up for the army so I stopped smokin the doja
Now I'm smokin soldiers, aimin right between the shoulders
Middle of July, I got Florida gettin colder
The temperture gettin lower like I'm freezin a soda
But you know what happens after dat, watch me pop off
More flavor than hotsauce, enemies, they got lost
Steppin out the cypher so fresh, dust my rocks off
F*** tryin to soldier up, homeboy, I got boss, real quick
F*** authority, the superior make the real chips
Basin all morals and values on dolla bill sh**
Make da snobby motha f*** as feel dis, the real sh**
Same time, makin all convicts wanna kill sh**
One thousand dollas right now make me feel rich
This is what I gotta get, game is what I gotta spit
Hook
Verse 2
Still gettin cash for da grills that I steal, yeah I steal it
Then I peal, that's enough to put some doe on a meal
Eat it up to get a fill, now I'm off to pay da bills
Live my life how I feel, that's real
Tryin to make as much as 50 bricks then I'll chill
Still in the club, New York, gettin trill, what da deal
Yo that's real, of course I got da steel
Of course I let the drama build up, and let it kill, that's real
I fill the field wit chaos soon as I spray off
My style's 24-7, there ain't no day off
So lay off of the top of my nuts, you lookin stuck
Sorta like a slut in a truck, I blow dat pussy up
That's real, no need to ask cuz I will
Make um feel the killa steel and let dey thoughts spill
All over the field like dey overdose on a pill
And the pigs will squeal, yo that's real
