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Real Love

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Real Love Lyrics

[Verse One: Bodega Bamz]
Now I got a closet full of Bomba
A Cubano connect that make the coach stretch farther
It never used to be that way, I had to dip and dabble
The po-po had to come after
I’m tryna be a rapper now, put the work and back it down
Never felt the love, who wants it anyway?
A million ain’t impossible, I could make it any day
Now I see these bitches, these bitches wanna see me
Like you could be the greatest if Youtube was really TV
Listen to my CD, you could feel the pain of a young mothafucka
Just tryin' to get in the game, only lane is the fast one
Midnight Express, I’m just local till my sun come
Came like my nut done, raw like the papers, just to get the green
Go to war, ready, all-denim when I hit the scene
Seen the hate through the eyes of a poor man dream
I’m alive when I’m 40, drinkin' 40’s like an old man
Let me find what I’m lookin' for, real love
Like Mary J, there gotta be a method man
Be all I need,
that’s a guarantee with Bamz
Or be a non-believer, part of my backhand
One way, my way, bitches movin' sideways
I heart break hoe, tell it that way
Forever more, the bodega’s not a store
It’s my love, my addiction, when I press record, I’m gone
[Verse Two: Emilio Rojas]
You feel the pain, you feel the hunger and the strain
You see the urgency, you see the way we work with no restraint
I ain’t holdin' back, want it? I’mma go for that
And I don’t give a damn who it affects
I’m a sociopath, I’m known for that
My city never had nobody blow, the shit wrong
Matter of fact, my city never had nobody get on
My city never had nobody poppin' to invest in

No hometown heroes when they shoppin' up in Wegmans
They choppin' up them remnants and they sellin' them to fiends
When ain’t nobody sleepin', how they sellin' you your dreams?
Them label people tell you who to be, fuck y’all
I take advice from everybody ‘round me but y’all, yeah
I’m a survivor, I don’t listen to them liars
I know Lucifer, he used to work for God as an advisor
You could find me in attire that’s resistant to the fire
‘Cause I been through Hell and back, that’s a distance you admire

I’m persistent, I’m consistent, I’m insistin' you retire
I’m indifferent to you bitches, I don’t listen to pariahs
I’m a victim of contrition for your sins like the messiah
I don’t give a flyin' fuck of what I did to get me higher
This is all costs, I take from you, it’s y’all loss
I will rip your fuckin' heart out and eat it up like Arthur Shawcross
‘Cause why settle when there could be more?
I never found love ‘cause, fuck it, that ain’t the shit I’m lookin' for
[Outro: Bodega Bamz]
Fuck your love, fuck your love, fuck your love bitch
Fuck your love, fuck your love, fuck your love nigga
Fuck your love, fuck your love, fuck your love bitch, fuck the love

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