At Least I Think It's Real

Ooh, yo, yo (Nash Effect)

Oh, ayy, yeah, yo, uh, yeah

Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real

Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me

Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost

I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me

Wi-Fi on the plane, she gon' call before she land

Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep

I'm a fast car appraiser, blue 30 popper

M boxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy

No ho know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty

Mash-off papi, I screech in the street

No more heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast

Real hellraiser, back when we just take shit

I'm forever blessed like Memphis Bleek, Jehovah's favorite

I cut niggas off 'cause I know banks don't cover favorites

Ayy, ayy, ooh

Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real

Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's-, ooh

At least I think that's it real

Tatted on your face, at least I think that it's real

Make that shit back, kid, it's easy to me

Think she for the streets, but the streets been ghost

I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I throw that shit for fun, she thinks she teasing me

Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy, yeah (Nash Effect)

Tatted on your face, so I know that it's real