Real With Yourself (Darrein Safron Feat. Tech N9ne)

Pull up, I be stuntin', keep it quiet, not public
Turn your phone off, he ain't callin', I does this
Get your body drippin', stop playin', I know what to do, oh yeah
Baby, I don't play no games when I'm in it
I go deep, so deep, girl, I'm swimmin'
He don't love you like I do
He don't keep it real with you, fuck 'em

Betcha he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside, ridin', I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, you know what's up
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

Touch all on your body
Once you get undressed, oh yeah
Let my tongue go down
Until there's nothin' left, oh yeah
Come from St. Louis, they know 'bout my city
Lick up on that candy shop like I'm 50
Flick yo girl, she wanna rock like I'm Jigga
She wanna cuff me, them cops gonna get me
You and me and a fantasy
Off of Hennessy, oh, so sexually
He don't love you like I do

Ayy, ayy, listen here, lil' nigga
I know what you doin' with my woman when I ain't with her
Keep on woofin', I'ma hit you with the chrome in your eye and liver
Give it a moment, you'll be floatin', your folks'll be cryin' rivers
Who are you thinkin' put her together? Me
No matter who's punchin', we will forever be
L double O-D, so roguelly
How you dissin', don't know me?
Ho chose me and I think it's funny you think she your trophy
What's up, Mo? Derrty
Fuckin' with the real, you get hit with the thirty-thirty
Not because you gets the wet, Mr. Tech
Gotta make you hit the deck 'cause of disrespect
Now who you gonna run to when in the path of a gun dumper?
Some thunder will be comin' when I confront ya
Some want ya, 'cause you flashy, they come hunt ya
And you don't even know I sent her to you, dumb youngster

Betcha he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside, ridin', I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, you know what's up
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)

Baby, stop playin', girl, you know I do you right
Go ahead and dim the lights, paparazzi lights flashin' every night
Maserati swerve, swerve, swerve on your curves
What's the word, word, word?
If he wants beef, let me know how he want it served
From St. Louis, we just live like it is a purge
Uh, I ain't scared of nobody
I got them guns in the lobby, you lookin' sloppy
Hit everybody, I promise I do it for you, but only you
Leave his body, your hole's where I be too
It's gettin' tight, need lubricant
Don't know why I do this shit
Roll down that window tint and see that barrel spit
I swear I got it if he runnin', I'm rushin' with pistols bustin'
I leave his body in public and drown it like it ain't nothin', blah!
You all mine, uh, oh

Betcha he don't do it like I do
Catch him outside, ridin', I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, come back to the crib
To the bedroom, baby, I'll shoot (Pop-pop-pop)
Girl, you know what's up
Keep it real, girl, he don't deserve you
He not in love with you
Girl, I'm in love with you

So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)
So drop it for a real one (Keep it real with yourself)