No Matter What lyrics

[talking:]Hold up, nothing but the real nothing but the truthE.S.G., Grease Monkeys manAnything I put my heart in, it's gotta be realIt's gotta be true, cause that's what I amHundred percent, g'eah g'eah what[E.S.G.:]A new year I pop champagne, and let the guns rainBut don't forget these dirty ass niggaz, ain't changedNo need to say they name, ol' fake ass thugsLemonade in they veins, yeah it's bitch in the bloodEver snitched on a nigga, then I'm talking to youEver hated on somebody, then I'm talking to youMy partna Nick doing twenty, killed a nigga for his cousinBeen in the Pen damn near ten, his cousin ain't sent him nothingThat's a damn shame, same thang in the rap gameNiggaz scandolize your name, like Rock James or Eddy CaneBut I'm ready mayn, to bring the light to the SouthAin't no more helping fake, transvestites outSo bring your tracks and your stacks, you won't last ten barsWanna walk in my shoes, you won't last ten yardsUnderground bully, and you cocksuckers know thatKeep fuck
ing with me, and I'ma send you where the pope at g'eah[Hook:]No matter what, we go throughI keep it real, you know I stay trueAnd if I'm down, with youThen you got a real nigga, rolling with youNo matter what, we go throughI keep it real, you know I stay trueAnd if I'm down, with youThen you got a real nigga, riding with you[E.S.G.:]Second verse bout my mama, man I really miss herHadn't got a call, or heard from her since ChristmasI love her to death, and I'd do anything for herIf I don't send money, she think I'm trying to ignore herLord knows ain't the truth, you gotta have some understandingHow you think I got these cars, and this custom built mansionGot a son and a daughter, a wife of my ownCan't pay all the bills, I got a life of my ownSome say I might be wrong, expressing myself through a songThe only way to talk, we ain't talking on the phoneI'ma love her till I'm gone, whether you know it or notAnd I can still smell the red beans, boiling in the potThat's why when I was on lo
ck, ain't asked for no cashHad my wife on the road, out there busting her assSee I'm down with her, like I'm down with youI accepted your husband, so accept my wife too g'eah[Hook][E.S.G.:]What you know bout being a father, when you ain't seen meSome three months early, lil' one pound premi'Emergency pregnancy, heard my lil' man cryingDoctor said it's a chance, he could be crippled or blindCouldn't breathe on his own, for three months longSat by his bed waiting, for his lungs to get strongNow he rapping on my song, saying his A's and B'sHe love Scooby Doo, Spongebob and Chucky CheeseStarted school early, he was counting that tooThey told me no more fucking up, he counting on youAs for my daughter Chocolate, so much time been lostThat's why I get whatever, it don't matter the costNo you don't see me much, yeah we missed some daysI'm trying to make sho', your tuition be paidBefore you get old, because you never know what happenedI'm on the grind getting it, ain't no benefits in rapping y
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