Being Real

I’m an acclaimed author my game proper like a big named doctor
operate on Folks and create quotes for medicine became stopper
of disease a hip hopper with ease no way I’m share cropper
I don’t farm, flow weird and grow a beard so I shave real brave
With magic cream jump in bed have a tragic dream a grave
Nightmare Freddy Crueger all ready on computer oh fuck!
All freaked I can’t fall asleep so I went to hooters to wake up
Left my job too much theft involved got my Timberland stolen
Took shoe strings and all my new bling could fall off my neck holding
On tight to it dawg, bless and try to testify for rap twist toes and dispose
Of stupidity and build a true city of scholars with witty dollars and hose
Down slow pokes