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Can you point me to the real? Can you point me to the real? Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) It's time to think grillz This the shit that give you chills Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) Point me to the real, real, real Point me to the real, real, real That would be ideal, deal, deal That would be Deal? Point me to the people of the people The ones that refuse to be deceitful like the weasels It's been getting a little easier to fight off the evil In shitty situations The matters were fecal Shit ain't always what it seems, Not always what they represent This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent Get rich or die trying I'd still give you my last 50 cent To be Superman You also gotta protect Clark Kent If you can't grow with the times It becomes every man left behind Cemetery full, but they building new stores and complexes Pay attention to the signs Ah Can you point me to the real? Can you point me to the real? Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) It's time to think grillz This the shit that give you chills Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) Point me to the real, real, real Point me to the real, real, real That would be ideal, deal, deal That would be Deal? Trolling my haters like my name is Curtis Jackson But f*ck them, it's my love for it that got me blacking Some things drain us But we see them as entertainment and attractions I seen family after family drive thru To show their kids the Christmas lights In the rich neighborhoods That were Put up by a hired crew The crew look like I They look like you Don't mean to deprive you But be weary of what type of wealth that you strive to But don't mind me I just be saying shit Like when the sun shrunk The sky grew I know it's never ending but the horizon is right at eye view Can you point me to the real? Can you point me to the real? Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) It's time to think grillz This the shit that give you chills Can't nobody tell me I ain't it Can't nobody tell me I ain't it (Ugh) Point me to the real, real, real Point me to the real, real, real That would be ideal, deal, deal