Real Africans

What you know about a Glock 9
Fuck a Glock 9
You can find choppers with them kids by the stop sign
They garden the streets going through hard times
Child rebels with automatic and dark minds
Following orders, bodies in water
Run inside ya home and give a baby to ya daughter
Now you fathered a bastard welcome to Africa
No freedom of speech is fucking up yo character
You under the sun, now you going cuckoo
They make the millions and they tossin' you the foufou
Plus America don't even help like they used too
You can only depend on ya prayers and ya deuce-deuce
Yeah, and I was dreaming 'bout a new coupe
You wanna be a man but you never bought a new suit
Drama keep coming so we hustle 'til the sun up
Ain't been home for 3 days, preparing for the summer

I never left but they saying that I'm back again, yup I'm a real african
You talking with a real live african

You need to be with the government to rock that ice
And you can buy some fresh J's but they twice the price
Snipers in place they can swipe ya life
So when you go out to the store
You should crawl on the floor
Picture going out under these circumstances
Bet you wish you was a slave that had a chance to leave
If you reach thirteen and you still breathing
I bet you thank God even if you didn't believe
Red dirt on my Louis shoes, 20 on my sleeve
Gunshots outside and I ain't trynna bleed
Plus I'm fresh out of jail like Mandela
First thought in my mind was "Get your raps better"
So I made it happen... but it wasn't easy
I feel the pain 'cause the streets need me
If rapping is art class and I'm just a nigga
Then I just got a prize for painting this ghetto picture

I never left but they saying that I'm back again, yup I'm a real african
You talking with a real live african

I been waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine
I started the revolution, put my neck on the line
Cutting everybody off that was wasting my time
Meanwhile your favorite rapper was just faking his rhymes
In my hood niggas says I been lost it
You talking about that new 6, but I been flossed it
Overseas shopping like jewlery don't cost shit
Royal blood line I don't never get exhausted
Pimps don't trip so my Louis V's tied up
Fresh Prince, only uncle Phil can try us
All you other boogie ass niggas gotta ride bus
Fine girls jump inside the Phantom when it ride up
And only God I trust in the paths I walked in
The roads I made up, I never gave up
Thought we went broke, fucked around and got famous
Now we in the same room and you niggas are namless