What's Real (feat. Elijah Klaus)

I know what it means to feel alone
I know that you've never seen real before
I'm tryna make something of my life
So let me find what's real
I know nothing is what it seems
You can't go through this life naïve
Silly nigga do not play with me
I'm tryna be what's real

So tell me what's up
Nowadays everybody wanna be fucked up
Quick to believe the bandwagon
It's funny that you looking for real, but that shit is right up under you
Say what you will, but this stupid generation really don't know what the problem is
Say that you real, but you be faker than all the Devil's empty promises
Bringing it back to the days of the '90s
Back in the day is where you'll find me
Incredible flow, niggas wanna try me
It's incredible niggas wanna go and buy trees
But ain't got money for rent or no cars
Family at home and, yes, they starve
"How many niggas wanna die today?"
That's what Satan said as he pulled up in the yard in an all black car
10 niggas down
Everybody heard those fucking sounds of an AK-47 in the back of a Crown
"Oh my God, you's a killa now?!"
That's what she said on the phone
Telling him she wants him to come home
But he can't cause he loves this life
But then he lost his life
That'll never be me, but I gotta be careful cause it could be me
Never be afraid of the danger ahead
But I know a lot of people really wanna stop me
The appetite for destruction is how so many niggas wanna function
You wanna bow down and pray for a better day
But I wanna bow down and pray just to get another day
My songs bang like the Crips and the Bloods bang
Niggas didn't make it through school so they dope slanging
Round of applause for everybody who's real
Never sell they souls for the Devil
I be spitting like a motherfucking Uzi
Don't care about the money, just the music
Remember my name in this game
Everybody slaves now, things'll never change

Bitch, I been real
Bitch, I been real
Biting on my CD, bitch, I been ripped
Niggas talk a lot of shit but no bustin'
Niggas talk a lot of ish but they ain't real
With this music I'm doing, the truth I be speaking
You niggas be lyin'
Talk about guns, like my nigga, you shootin'
My niggas surviving
Nigga, it's hard in the street
Nigga, I been living out, getting cash in the street
Nigga, I'm all up in this bitch getting cash in the street
But these niggas talking shit
Yo, I'm sleep in the street
Nigga, nah
But it's all good
Nigga bust a gun like he's all hood like this shit is amusin'
Your daughter is hungry, my nigga, you stupid?
Easily in your heart like these niggas out here shootin' like your dating Cupid
Nigga, this ain't a game
Nigga, this ain't a game
I done seen young niggas, young enemies out here getting killed for the gwuap
Cause your mom wasn't there and your dad wasn't here?
Bitch, my mom wasn't there and my dad wasn't here
And I came up from nothin'
Putting work for nothin'
With no deal, no cash in my pocket
But I came up from nothin'
Nigga, I'm feeding my own fam
Plus I got my own label
Studio, everything
I want it, bitch I get it on my own
Fu-fu-fuck these niggas if they wanna hate
Been real, my clique been real
But y'all already know we don't love to hate
Real in this bitch we be runnin this shit
Niggas gon' hate, I ain't hearing that shit
If it ain't about cash, if it ain't 'bout my fam
I promise you, I won't deal with shit
Heart