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