At Least I Think It's Real

Ooh, yo, yo (Nash Effect) Oh, ayy, ayy Yo, uh, ayy 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 goals I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me WiFi on the plane, she gon' call before she land Super-duper car, red key in the Jeep I'm a fast car appraiser, blue thirty popper Inboxes in Hollywood, live at the Roxy No hoe know my government, I'm Tune, I be with Scotty Mash-off papi, I screech in the streets Know my heart left 'cause I'm feedin' the beast Real hell raiser, 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 goals I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I throw that shit for fun, she think she teasing me Ayy, ayy, ooh (Nash Effect) Tat it on your face so I know that it's real --- At Least I Think It's Real - Lucki