Devin Dabney - The Real Thing Lyrics

Every send I do is sick like I got the Corona
Six-pack with the clique in a drop that's Toyota
I'm in the back, my chick a work of art like she Mona
Feeling a swag like Clipse when Push copped a Daytona
I got that cocky persona...I love me - don't care if you do or do not
This ain't Yoda, but I swear I'm feeling old from that
Ganja we rolled up, ten years and a nigga still
Got that glaucoma, white neighborhood, but he still
Got the glock on him, so when a cop pull us over
Press record on my phone, so when I'm shot to a coma
No, I did not pull a weapon...Portland, but Naptown is the
Block that I'm repping, everything I do the shit
Better watch where you stepping, in the presence of rap stars
My lyrics slap y'all's, but it really ain't that hard
You writing trash bars, yeah I have to confess
American that express, I don't need a new black card, bitch
My flow hard as Tech N9ne - they say it feel strange
Bars sharp like the crimps on "The Real Thing"
Round of applause when I return from the think tank
You gets no reception like you're living out in Green Bank
And you gon' need a telescope to see your fanbase
After I'm finished rocking the damn place
Good game, homey - I'll be a gentleman, but goddamn
I'm so sick, you don't wanna give me a hand I shake - D