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Performed By: Big Stove
Length: 3:40
Written by: Michael Stover




Big Stove - Real One Lyrics
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See I'm the man who's going to run it then hustle hearts on my running shoes
So I'm asking what now I guess it's time for me to pay my dues
Mic check 1 2 I guess I hit him with the old school
Well it's time to drop bars
Yes a lot has changed since high school
Binoculars are in focus I see the bullshit across the room
Everybody's a rapper in every mixtape is coming soon
Christmas comes one year for you Santa rappers and phony goons
But I just want to sit back and kick my feet up on the footstool
Sipping a fine wine with my fam eating that's soul food
Macaroni and cheese and collard greens in a good mood
The baked chicken breast excuse me ma'am can I have two
End the night with my shorty slapping skins in the back room
Raining bars like a monsoon
So animated like a cartoon
I'm howling at your ladies full moon
And sweeping competition with my Grandmamas good broom
Rolie Polie my homie I'm breaking bread with potato bugs
Killing the competition I'm spreading salt for your hate and slugs
I've known this steal your you know chick
So watch your back when we in the club
A certified carpet muncher
I'm also known to cut a rug
They never thought it would be this way
Was down before but now I'm getting paid
I hustle hard til I am in the grave
Getting money like the Wayan's call me Major Payne
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
I'm a ball in the game and you never ever see me fumble
I'm a boss about mine you can hear me I ain't got a mumble
I'm the hottest in the winter fall spring and summer
Watch your lady call me Daddy I don't need her number
But I'm just trying to get it in on want to cuddle if Lil Mama got a twin then it's double trouble
1 round a have you shake and dripping like a puddle
Watch little mama toss it back and we don't need a huddle
If you ain't like me then you won't like me period
Known as a king Standing Tall like a pyramid
Niggas going to hate but trust me I ain't hearing it
Cuz we just XM let me quit I'm just Sirius
You talking shit don't run Nigga take a stand
I square up like a man but then a nigga ran just to use a weapon was the boy plan
But I'm a man to make you die slow with my bare hands
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
I'm a soldier and a man I can never fear
Never change I'm the same each and every year
If you want to test me you can volunteer
I'm the first fly official like a pioneer.
Yeah they try to hold me down like a paperweight
See me laughing at you clowns each and every day
When I see me in my town they look the other way
Then walk up to me
Like my nigga like it's Training Day
You know me
Man nah I don't know you
I only rock with day ones that I came up with from the soil
My Team Platinum
Your team foil
Yeah we all the way up like a gargoyle
Yeah they sleeping on me
Sandman coming
Marathon money everyday and I'm still running
They break the neck
Stone Cold stunner
When they see a real nigga in they
City clocking major hundreds
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
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See I'm the man who's going to run it then hustle hearts on my running shoes
So I'm asking what now I guess it's time for me to pay my dues
Mic check 1 2 I guess I hit him with the old school
Well it's time to drop bars
Yes a lot has changed since high school
Binoculars are in focus I see the bullshit across the room
Everybody's a rapper in every mixtape is coming soon
Christmas comes one year for you Santa rappers and phony goons
But I just want to sit back and kick my feet up on the footstool
Sipping a fine wine with my fam eating that's soul food
Macaroni and cheese and collard greens in a good mood
The baked chicken breast excuse me ma'am can I have two
End the night with my shorty slapping skins in the back room
Raining bars like a monsoon
So animated like a cartoon
I'm howling at your ladies full moon
And sweeping competition with my Grandmamas good broom
Rolie Polie my homie I'm breaking bread with potato bugs
Killing the competition I'm spreading salt for your hate and slugs
I've known this steal your you know chick
So watch your back when we in the club
A certified carpet muncher
I'm also known to cut a rug
They never thought it would be this way
Was down before but now I'm getting paid
I hustle hard til I am in the grave
Getting money like the Wayan's call me Major Payne
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
I'm a ball in the game and you never ever see me fumble
I'm a boss about mine you can hear me I ain't got a mumble
I'm the hottest in the winter fall spring and summer
Watch your lady call me Daddy I don't need her number
But I'm just trying to get it in on want to cuddle if Lil Mama got a twin then it's double trouble
1 round a have you shake and dripping like a puddle
Watch little mama toss it back and we don't need a huddle
If you ain't like me then you won't like me period
Known as a king Standing Tall like a pyramid
Niggas going to hate but trust me I ain't hearing it
Cuz we just XM let me quit I'm just Sirius
You talking shit don't run Nigga take a stand
I square up like a man but then a nigga ran just to use a weapon was the boy plan
But I'm a man to make you die slow with my bare hands
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
I'm a soldier and a man I can never fear
Never change I'm the same each and every year
If you want to test me you can volunteer
I'm the first fly official like a pioneer.
Yeah they try to hold me down like a paperweight
See me laughing at you clowns each and every day
When I see me in my town they look the other way
Then walk up to me
Like my nigga like it's Training Day
You know me
Man nah I don't know you
I only rock with day ones that I came up with from the soil
My Team Platinum
Your team foil
Yeah we all the way up like a gargoyle
Yeah they sleeping on me
Sandman coming
Marathon money everyday and I'm still running
They break the neck
Stone Cold stunner
When they see a real nigga in they
City clocking major hundreds
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better bring ya best not time for ya trying to flex
Yea you f*cking with a real one
My whole crew on deck we boss made got the haters upset
Yea you f*cking with a real one
Better guard ya chick, fo she choose a real one to hit
Yea you f*cking with a real one
What you gone do, cuz we lit and yo crew and shit
Nigga
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Writer: Michael Stover
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