Let’s Be f*ckin’ Real lyrics

[Hook: Julius]
Let's be f*ckin' real; my n*gga, let's be f*ckin' real
Let's be f*ckin' real; my n*gga, let's be f*ckin' real
Le-le-le-let's be f*ckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be f*ckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
n*gga, let's be f*ckin' real; my n*gga, let's be f*ckin' real
Are we gone be real my n*gga? Let's be f*ckin' real
Le-le-le-let's be f*ckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)
Let's be f*ckin' real (Real, real, real, real, real)

[Verse 1]
Okay, y'all rappers should stop your jokin'
Your music ain't thought-provoking
n*gga, you make songs for hoes
At best, you just thot-provoking
I mean, where are all the b*tches that spit?
The game need more women and sh*t
I mean Iggy dope, Nicki dope, Angel Haze is dope
But that's the end of the list
I miss rappers like MC Lyte, she had a lot of sh*t to say
When the last time you've seen a b*tch spit aggressively?
Oh, when Solange spit at Jay?
Maaan, Hip Hop losin' it's edge; you fans should take a stand
We went from "f*ck The Police" to "Bandz a Make Her Dance"
I don't wanna hear no more rappers say they hustle crack
n*gga I hustle rap, shut yo' trap, f*ck yo' trap
n*gga be hollerin' bout pitchin' that white girl
But you ain't pitchin' no white girl
n*ggas sellin' to their own kind, n*ggas so blind
Man I'm so sick, I might hurl
I'm a keep dissin' y'all n*ggas
Go ahead and act all up in arms
We can beef n*gga, I won't run
I just buy more guns, yeah n*gga, up my arms
I mean, who gone f*ckin' harm me? Better have a f*ckin' army
I'm from the Shoe Gang, so horseshoe be my lucky charm
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Maan, what the f*ck is up? Don't f*ck with us
Dem Shoe boys dem rude boys
Why the blood clot you wanna rough with us?
Hip Hop losin' its edge
The whole industry is nothin' but pus*y
A n*gga like me trynna f*ck pus*y
Y'all f*ckboys just want butt pus*y
So-called thugs in videos dress like fags and I'm like WOW!!
I ain't feelin' that sh*t, not one bit, but look that's your lifestyle
Wait, let's be real though, I don't mean disrespect to Digg yo
In the 70s & 80s, n*ggas like Furious Five was dressed like weirdos
n*ggas still use autotune, huh?
f*ck it, do what you need to bruh
But if you a rapper consistently usin' autotune
Then you weak as f*ck
I'm bangin'! I'm bangin'! I'm famous momma, I'm bangin'
f*ck that, I'm a bang this llama, I'm crazy
Promise, insane asylums I sleep in
n*ggas be on WorldStar talkin' bout weak beef
They don't never talk about police beef
I'm a find a racist cop's address
It's gone be a Spike Lee retweet repeat
Who dissin' the COB and sh*t?
Where he at? I'm a find this b*tch
He gotta badass wife? I'm a tap that twice
I ain't likin' her eyes [?]
[Hook]