Real Estates Lyrics - Pilot Talk Ii - Curren$y

this is revenge 

like when them Russians 

caught us all on with the red light 

no bullets just pens 

no machine guns 

just machined up rims 

yea 

I let me fitted sit high 

cause I am really on my 

grind 

fool 

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and as the game rotate 

and my name grows bigger 

how many bitches want 

not many bitches want 

I know you think your bitches don't 

but I know what she did 

last summer 

scream for me when I touched her 

Chevy man know lately have my eyes on the cutlass 

fittin' say fuck it 

call Moose 

and tell him cop it 

give it to my brother 

sticky trees I sit under 

trying to stay cool 

big city 

lights hotter then a motherfucka' 

(tools them) 

So Cal 

Wedesdays Calcutta 

socks up 

stocks rising 

keep catching Spitta' grinding 

higher then my fitted riding 

and if I showed you where I lived 

you would think that I was hiding 

can't call it a neighborhood 

I aint' living by nobody 

applying for statehood 

make my footprint in geography 

spreading my monopoly 

and plus nobody I know 

got killed in New Orleans today 

I got cash put away 

and some more on the way 

Photos 

yea 

oceans in the back 

Porsches in the front 

this the life we want 

nigga you only live it once 

uh 

I let my fitted sit high 

cause I am really on my 

grind 

yea 

I let my fitted sit high 

cause I am really on my 

grind 

yea 

(Dom Kennedy) 

uh 

class shit 

you niggas still cuffin' 

if I wanted her back 

nigga I'll be still fuckin' 

and I see niggas try and rap like us 

watch the video 

then try and act like us 

we make this shit look easy 

do a show out in Brooklyn 

when I just left the Easy 

with my nigga Spit Spitta 

girls try and get us 

tell her I'll be coming back 

you best be doing all them sit-ups 

don't take me to the airport crying girl 

get up 

she don't want me to leave when im with her 

I tell her im the nigga that she need 

not a needy ass nigga 

the game don't get any realer 

I just want the red outside 

black stripes like thriller 

im in Miami bumpin' Trilla 

I got dope on the low 

but im not a dope dealer 

the fans blocking like the Steelers 

I let my fitted sit high 

Cause I am really on my grind 

Kat Williams flow 

bitch this pimpin' all the time 

you singing ass rap niggas 

simpin' all the time 

fucking up the game 

niggas fucking up my name 

you don't want no money 

just fame 

they ask me how im doing 

shit I really can't complain 

sippin' champagne 

and try and get everything I want 

yelling oceans in the back 

Porsches in the front 

Uh, uh 

I'm yelling oceans in the back 

Porsches in the front 

Yea, yea 

oceans in the back 

Porsches in the front 

let that ride out 

oceans in the back 

Porsches in the front 

oceans in the back 

Porsches in the...uh