Real In You

Hard times it gon' really bring out the real in you
Talking nobody round they ain't wanna build with you
Pour the pain in my cup I got sum to spill with you
When you winning they feel it then they gon' hate on you
In the struggle but it still feel like I'm chosen
Life leave you puzzled my piece gon' snatch out the soul in you
Pray to my lord every time I'm up in the morning
Thankful I got me a shot to ball like I'm Jordan

Who the kid from the bottom
There ain't a thing that gon' stop 'em
My name it can't be forgotten
Nothin' nice when it's rotten
I just want my life where I don't feel no pain
At least she keep it honest said she fuckin 'cause my name
This the typa music make you feel rich
Shoutout to my niggas that I'm still with
Kept it a hunnid was hustlin' we had to go n get it
Situations adverse so I keep a blunt lit
Had to go and get a bag I ain't the school type
You can catch me in the field ain't do the hoop life
Money runnin' the world so I keep my soul tight
'Member sleepin' on couches hangin' with low lifes
We don't get no true love until we up in the sky
And I swear if I don't make it still had a hell of a time
I know I ain't got my license if you my nigga you ride
Gotta make up to Momma for all the times that she cried

Hard times it gon' really bring out the real in you
Talking nobody round they ain't wanna build with you
Pour the pain in my cup I got sum to spill with you
When you winning they feel it then they gon' hate on you
In the struggle but it still feel like I'm chosen
Life leave you puzzled my piece gon' snatch out the soul in you
Pray to my lord every time I'm up in the morning
Thankful I got me a shot to ball like I'm Jordan

This the typa music make a young nigga feel old
I was skipping school baggin' grams up in the tin foil
Momma kicked me out was sellin' soft I couldn't get employed
Told myself I gotta make it ain't no way I'm being broke
This the life I chose what's more important gotta save my soul
Gon' be remote
Still ain't backin' down from no smoke
Y'all would laugh but now who the joke
Like good crack got y'all stayin' woke
I'm the hottest coming out the North
I done told y'all this before
This a young soldier's narrative out the 4
I like my money fast and I love when she riding slow
Want a shorty who no one knows
'Bout her business shorty so grown
She not really grown though
I like her style but I love her with nothin' on
Yeah I came in this with nothing
Wasn't thinkin' I'm the one
Momma steady always trippin'
Gotta get it how it come
I don't do this shit for fun
I risk my life my friends & funds
I'm on my grind I'm staying focused
Can't get stuck up in the slums

Hard times it gon' really bring out the real in you
Talking nobody round they ain't wanna build with you
Pour the pain in my cup I got sum to spill with you
When you winning they feel it then they gon' hate on you
In the struggle but it still feel like I'm chosen
Life leave you puzzled my piece gon' snatch out the soul in you
Pray to my lord every time I'm up in the morning
Thankful I got me a shot to ball like I'm Jordan



Credits
Writer(s): Jamiah Brown
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