RMC Offishall - Too Real Lyrics

      

Too Real
by RMC Offishall

I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince,  you can call me will

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 Yeah, you can call me will
Cause if you leak my name
I’ll slap you in your own fuckin' house, bitch
Like putin with the button, i go nuclear with the pen
Whore, i heard you're fuckin' ten different men
Leak my name, that’s a coffin for you, (yeah)
Dig your own grave, i’ll just hand you the tool. (here)

 Got that unwashed tramp, beggin to be on a track
Don't work with creeps or people that smoke crack
Got a pet tarantula that helps me write my shit, (haha)
Yeah, an eight-legged ghostwriter, go picture it. (heh)
Leak my name, slut, i'll piss in your bed while you're still in it
Call you a bad dog, kick you, rub your face in it. (bitch)

 You sampled a tiktok, thought you found a goldmine
I’ve been producin' beats since nine
Back when 'em had kim in the trunk
I was layin' snares in a line
While you was rockin' braces, beggin' for a valentine

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 Yeah, you know the drill, you can call me will
This ain't make believe, bitch, i shoot to kill. (bang!)
Get you rolled up, punk, just like a fat-ass blunt. (smoked 'em)
Leave your fuckin' body bag right out front
I told you i shoot to kill, bitch, this is nothin' new
Pull up with snudge, then do a line or two. (haha)
This the new song, turn it up loud as fuck
If you don't like my music, i don't give a fuck. (nope)
I wrote 'fake people everywhere
Some pricks got offended, so the shit stuck?
Heard you took it badly? guess the verse was aimed at you?
Shame your girl was too busy asking me
What that tongue do?
Got her number now, like i really had to try? (nah)
Yeah, fuck all of my enemies, honestly i hope you die. (slow)
You ain't movin' up, shit's too real, six feet underground
Yeah, you're buried in the ground
Can't even make a fuckin' sound. (shhh)

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 I don’t send out threats, (nah)
Just show up, no calls, no texts. (none)
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will

 I’m too real, can’t fake how i feel
I’m keeping it chill, hands firm on the wheel
I’m a fresh prince, you can call me will