Lyrics:

[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]

On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends

Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz

You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin

Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin

Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it

Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it

Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it

And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it

And it ain't even gotta be like that

Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat

Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch

Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit

Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with

But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with

Cause when I'm dead

Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit

Nine times out of ten they don't

Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't

So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games

Cause hoe games equals no game



[ CHORUS: female background singer ]

Comin (comin)

Comin (comin)

Comin on the real

(Comin on the real)



[ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]

What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious

To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience

Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows

The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro

Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on

Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes

I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack

I got fans, you got the police on your back

But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same

So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game

See, it's still about comin up

Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up

Different game, same atttitude

Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude

But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel

Cause I still kick back and make a mill

And that's on the real



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]

Shake em up and let the dice roll

I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold

Fight sole on the peewees

Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy

See me makin muthafuckas break theyself

To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself

Fool, what you think this is?

I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years

Huh, and in my dreams I seen

That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene

It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours

And that's what I'm strivin for

And with God on my side

Ain't none of that hard to find

And that's on the real



[ CHORUS ]