[ VERSE 1: Big Mike ]  On the real, baby, I ain't got no ends  Yeah, I got a record out, but I ain't got no Benz  You ought to be glad that I'm givin yo ass somethin  Cause it's some niggas out there that ain't givin up nothin  Then he got a baby, but the nigga don't take care of it  Anything I make, my baby always gets a share of it  Yeah, a young nigga tryin to make it  And it's gettin harder when you're always on my back tryin to take it  And it ain't even gotta be like that  Gettin at me like that ain't gon' get your fuckin pockets fat  Used to have some love for you, but now you're just a selfish bitch  Takin all my money, spendin it on your self and shit  Or that nigga that you stayin with, layin with  But on the real, I ain't that nigga you should be playin with  Cause when I'm dead  Ain't nobody gonna take care of another man's kids, he might, shit  Nine times out of ten they don't  Nine times out of ten them muthafuckas won't  So baby, pump, pump yo brakes and put a end to all them hoe games  Cause hoe games equals no game    [ CHORUS: female background singer ]  Comin (comin)  Comin (comin)  Comin on the real  (Comin on the real)    [ VERSE 2: Big Mike ]  What's up, young fool, I see that you're anxious  To jack a nigga like me cause you ain't got no patience  Think I'm rollin Daytons or maybe even Elbows  The only way I roll em if I catch em on sale, bro  Huh, I'm like you, tryin to get my hustle on  Ain't got time for no muthafuckin scuffle, homes  I'm sellin records, and you be sellin crack  I got fans, you got the police on your back  But I don't knock you, cause I used to do the same  So don't knock me cause I'm in a different game  See, it's still about comin up  Still about puttin niggas on they ass if they be runnin up  Different game, same atttitude  Everybody wanna take shots at the badder dude  But it don't matter, dude, on how you feel  Cause I still kick back and make a mill  And that's on the real    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ]  Shake em up and let the dice roll  I bagged dough two times and left a nigga twicefold  Fight sole on the peewees  Be makin em raise up when I hit seven easy  See me makin muthafuckas break theyself  To the point where they wanna shake the dice theyself  Fool, what you think this is?  I'm 22 and I been tryin to stack bank for years  Huh, and in my dreams I seen  That life ain't all about makin money and havin yo face on the scene  It's about bein comfortable, takin care of yours  And that's what I'm strivin for  And with God on my side  Ain't none of that hard to find  And that's on the real    [ CHORUS ]