[Chorus: Elijah Blake]
You niggas ain't real,
I think you need to stop pretendin'.
These niggas ain't ill,
We know the deal.
Niggas ain't on,
Here today and the next you're gone,
‘Cause you niggas ain't real,
And we know the deal,
Yeah, we know the deal.
[Verse 1: Common]
87 strip walker, I'm a shit talker
Fuck all night, yo, dependin' what I'm off of.
Had a white girl, I tossed her, black girl, I lost her,
Break bread with the Stones I'm the rock of Gibraltar.
Salt of the earth for what it's worth, yo, from birth,
I was first with a verse, live niggas don't rehearse,
Wear the prophets on the shirt, yeah, yeah, that's the creed,
I can give a fuck if it's real or a weave.
I tell you when you look good and keep it right there,
I'm as important to the Chi as my nigga Mike Air,
Jordan 3's on the feet as we breeze down Lake Shore,
These are the days that we bake more to make more.
I been livin' in the moment lately,
It's like the love and the hate seem to motivate me,
Lady, lady, that body crazy,
You been workin' out on this thing, if you're not, tell me if you're really real.
[Chorus: Elijah Blake]
You niggas ain't real,
I think you need to stop pretendin'.
These niggas ain't ill,
We know the deal.
Niggas ain't on,
Here today and the next you're gone,
‘Cause you niggas ain't real,
And we know the deal,
Yeah, we know the deal.
[Verse 2: Common]
I'm the sole controller, opposite of sober,
Flow from the South Side to south Angola,
Mami wanna strip, then, yeah, I'ma poke her,
And go all in and stretch it out like yoga.
I'm flexin', sexin', oiled up like Texas,
Survivor, soldier, a child is destined,
A star is born in a Chicago storm,
The name is Common, I'm anything but the norm.
Six in the morning, something warm informin',
I'm sweatin' like I'm performin' on tour, and
Y'all fuckin' with this like porn,
Put your fists up, ‘cause you know I ride on
New planes and plateaus, made it through the black hole,
I rhyme in a timeless capsule, I rap for
Niggas in the barber shops and broads that's hot,
I run the town, I'm a fuckin' juggernaut!
This shit is real.
[Chorus: Elijah Blake]
You niggas ain't real,
I think you need to stop pretendin'.
These niggas ain't ill,
We know the deal.
Niggas ain't on,
Here today and the next you're gone,
‘Cause you niggas ain't real,
And we know the deal,
Yeah, we know the deal.