The Real Thang Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 4 - Chamillionaire

[Verse 1] 

I gotta be honest 

Bragging was really not the mission 

Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction 

Yea I had a chicken 

She had gave me a proposition 

She was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin' 

Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition 

Should've threw my watch in they face and then said its time to listen 

Record label switchin 

Grindin cause I didn't have a pot to piss in 

Feelin like I was fishin' 

It was eatin my food inside the kitchen 

Before the second album 

Sophomore jinx was just superstition 

Who would've known that they would've been right 

But I ain't trippin 

Tryin to be an artist 

While they repaint the composition 

I need recognition 

Recognize ain't no competition 

[Chorus] 

They said we wouldn't make it 

But now they copying the style that they said would never blow 

Lord wasn't no complainin 

And now it seems like everywhere I go 

Steady crawlin 

On them 4s 

(still crawlin) 

On them 4s 

(still ballin) 

On them 4s 

Still crawlin on 4s mayne 

On them 4s 

(still crawlin) 

On them 4s 

(still ballin) 

On them 4s 

You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing 

[Verse 2] 

Trying to hit em wit some knowledge 

They gon' respond and say its garbage 

If I say my cars is 

Candy they tell ya he the hardest 

Look at how you boys is 

Talking bout cars in they garages 

They just mirages if you believe em 

You retarded 

Ima grind regardless 

Step in ya castle steal ya crown 

Gotta give a pound 

KJ and Nancy they still around 

And I'm still the deepest 

Spend my thesis you still will drown 

And that XXL dude that said I would fail 

YOU STILL A CLOWN 

Cant get a digit or live it how could you even grade me 

I'm the one who pay me 

Personally give me money daily 

Completely crazy 

Talk to the streets the streets obey me 

Go ahead and hate me 

I don't give a 'F' like Weezy baby 

The caddillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me 

Swagga jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy 

I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me 

But now I feel like I'm the man 

If they ever plannin' to drop me 

A kitchen drawer wit the flow 

Cause I'm sharp as a utensil 

Bring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencil 

Any instrumental 

Rappers cant keep up wit my mental 

Cause they mental's simple 

While my mental is monumental 

Been had potential 

Follow me cause of what I went through 

While haters jock me 

Copy my image like a stencil 

Don't try to jack me 

Give a message to those that sent you 

I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a pimple 

[Chorus] 

They said we wouldn't make it 

But now they copying the style that they said would never blow 

Lord wasn't no complainin 

And now it seems like everywhere I go 

Steady crawlin 

On them 4s 

(still crawlin) 

On them 4s 

(still ballin) 

On them 4s 

Still crawlin on 4s mayne 

On them 4s 

(still crawlin) 

On them 4s 

(still ballin) 

On them 4s 

You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing