For Real

I usually rock around 92 BMP
 They say I rock like its 94
 But I don't know if that's some kinda flaw
 This shit feels like im sittin in a Commodore
 She kinda fly but might have some kinda sores
 Is that a real one
 Or what they accuse Nikki of
 Feel son, for never lettin fools trip me up put it on the glass
 I got issues, still they put me in the mags
 Classic don't mean shit
 Cus yall apply the word to works too recent
 I applied to work employed by 6th Sense
 I provide the vibe the Native Tongues greenlit
 And even if my body's locked can't trap my soul
 Cus Eric B and Rakim taught me all I know
 Guest professor, I guess I'll let the streets lecture
 No tuition snuck in all semester
 Green bottle, brown liquor, red cup
 Clear goggles, red fitted, black Chuck
 Norris, bad ass to the nth degree
 And I don't have bad days, they have me
 Credit check, dues paid, ends meet and separate
 I'ma stretch em out until they both straight
 Catch up? You late!
 Browse the catalog like you Christmas shopping dog
 Over this 6th instrumental
 You get a phone number from a lightskin ho
 I just offended you huh?
 It's a quote and my quandrant never quantizes or quits
 My fly shits the shit
 Chocolatey to the sister of ya mami B
 And Nesquik to ya next chick
 I walk through Bed Stuy blastin Spec Flix
 Gimme a check that is enough to exit
 It's cliche but we on that next shit