It’s Been Real Songtext
von Remble

It′s Remble

Loving me, that might be something you don't know how to do
Respecting me, but that was just something y′all was gon' have to do
I dropped "Ruth's Chris Freestyle" and she dropped her attitude
If these ten shots miss, cuh, bitch, that′s impossible

I don′t miss, Baby Smoke really itching to smoke shit
I know this 'cause when I see brodie, he really shows me
Niggas pop up, calling theyself tryna expose me
Don′t worry 'cause I heard niggas get popped with forties
You know it, you don′t want the reaper to get it going
You know him, mister walk in the room with the four-fifth
No tint, sliding on opps, a real bold Crip
Cold shit and he'll go alone, Macaulay Culkin

Billy seen my talent, he was tryna bring it out of me (He was)
Tony look out for me, he was really throwing pounds to me

Walk inside my house, my mama telling me she proud of me

Middle fingers up to all them niggas that was doubting me


Court tanks, I wasn′t tripping, but I was on shit
Walked up, I seen the fear in him and exposed it
No ho in me, you can't get a fight if I brought the pole with me
If you snort coke on them missions, you cannot go with me

If you hitting Newports, Jimmy, you cannot smoke with me
When I make it out of the hood, are you gon' go with me?
When Cowboy make it out of the hood, are you gon′ go with him?
When BA make it out of the hood, are you gon′ go with him?
Yeah, hop out, yell, "It's Remble," so they know it′s me
I know it's real ′cause I get the memories when I hold the heat
Yeah, me and Zion politicking faithfully

Like when I make it to the top, this who I'm gonna take with me
Yeah, remember bitches wouldn′t go on dates with me
Now when I pull my dick out, they just always end up tasting it
Yeah, when you walk into that dorm, there's no faking it
I rolled some za and smoked it up with a Jamaican bitch

Speedy Loc, I told you you gon' make it, I can′t fake the shit
Talked about a hundred bands, now you ′bout to face the shit

Told you stop the reckless spinning, now you saving it
More in the stu', less in the streets and now you making it

I always had your best interest from the start


Soon as the beat played, I always knew you were a star
Remember when you used to stuff bands in a fanny pack
Now you need to double size ′cause they tryna double that

Six figs, struggling kid, now you gon' make it big
Mom proud, she gave a hug soon as you walk in
Man now, what they gon′ say? 'Cause you the man now
You went from a fan to sitting straight on a man′s couch
It's Remble, what they gon' say? Tell ′em to hate now
It′s Remble, what they gon' say now? You done made it out
It′s Remble, you used to watch, you out the plate now
It's Remble, dreams are reality, you can′t fake it now
It's Remble

I always told you you was gon′ make it, big bro