Real
Realizing everybody ain't loyal, That's just how it is
Keep it 100, while these niggas test me like a quiz
Females playing games, tryna treat me like a trend
If you was genuine you would try to understand
The real me, no one know the real me
You ain't see the real thing, 24 karat Cuban Link
Nigga, thats the real thing
Keep it 100 like my checks
If it's fake, boy, I'm moving on to the next
I use this music as a gateway so y'all can hear my mind
Raised on the Northside, bullied and beaten all the time
Remember nights with no lights, those was hard times
Now I'm on the Southside, my O.G's worried bout me dying
But I gotta be on the move, I can't ever just be on a sofa
The moment I do Heaven and Earth will have a crossover
And I'll wake up in front my angels with a hangover
So I stay moving, bust through the hate like I'm red rover
Cause y'all quick to talk shit
But don't even know the flavor
Do me a favor, get up off my dick
And disappear, no taper
Cause the wrath of a king
Is something you not used to
And if you niggas try me, tombstones is what you reduced to
Little nigga
Realizing everybody ain't loyal, That's just how it is
Keep it 100, while these niggas test me like a quiz
Females playing games, tryna treat me like a trend
If you was genuine you would try to understand
The real me, no one know the real me
You ain't see the real thing, 24 karat Cuban Link
Nigga, thats the real thing
Keep it 100 like my checks
If it's fake, boy, I'm moving on to the next
To keep it 100
This may be the realest shit i ever wrote
I never spoke on it
It was too personal to leave my throat
I was seventeen
When I felt like there was no sign of hope
I seen the fam drop like flies
I'm numb and don't know how to cope
Free Frado
That's my cousin
I'm scared for that nigga
I wish he'd hustle with me
Before someone hurt that nigga
Lay a finger on him
You dead
I swear I'll kill a nigga
Same for the ones who love me
I swear I love y'all niggas
If it wasn't for them
I probably would've been lost my mind
I'd still be poppin' pills
I wouldn't be through them dark times
Now I'm on the outside looking
And I see clearer
To make sure shit gets better
It starts with the man in the mirror
And y'all ain't ever meet me
And swear y'all got me figured out
Y'all tryna speak on my name
Ain't heard a word out my mouth
So before you start the rumors
And you get to assuming
It's gon be a homocide
Grab the strap and now I'm shooting
Motherfucker
Keep it 100, while these niggas test me like a quiz
Females playing games, tryna treat me like a trend
If you was genuine you would try to understand
The real me, no one know the real me
You ain't see the real thing, 24 karat Cuban Link
Nigga, thats the real thing
Keep it 100 like my checks
If it's fake, boy, I'm moving on to the next
I use this music as a gateway so y'all can hear my mind
Raised on the Northside, bullied and beaten all the time
Remember nights with no lights, those was hard times
Now I'm on the Southside, my O.G's worried bout me dying
But I gotta be on the move, I can't ever just be on a sofa
The moment I do Heaven and Earth will have a crossover
And I'll wake up in front my angels with a hangover
So I stay moving, bust through the hate like I'm red rover
Cause y'all quick to talk shit
But don't even know the flavor
Do me a favor, get up off my dick
And disappear, no taper
Cause the wrath of a king
Is something you not used to
And if you niggas try me, tombstones is what you reduced to
Little nigga
Realizing everybody ain't loyal, That's just how it is
Keep it 100, while these niggas test me like a quiz
Females playing games, tryna treat me like a trend
If you was genuine you would try to understand
The real me, no one know the real me
You ain't see the real thing, 24 karat Cuban Link
Nigga, thats the real thing
Keep it 100 like my checks
If it's fake, boy, I'm moving on to the next
To keep it 100
This may be the realest shit i ever wrote
I never spoke on it
It was too personal to leave my throat
I was seventeen
When I felt like there was no sign of hope
I seen the fam drop like flies
I'm numb and don't know how to cope
Free Frado
That's my cousin
I'm scared for that nigga
I wish he'd hustle with me
Before someone hurt that nigga
Lay a finger on him
You dead
I swear I'll kill a nigga
Same for the ones who love me
I swear I love y'all niggas
If it wasn't for them
I probably would've been lost my mind
I'd still be poppin' pills
I wouldn't be through them dark times
Now I'm on the outside looking
And I see clearer
To make sure shit gets better
It starts with the man in the mirror
And y'all ain't ever meet me
And swear y'all got me figured out
Y'all tryna speak on my name
Ain't heard a word out my mouth
So before you start the rumors
And you get to assuming
It's gon be a homocide
Grab the strap and now I'm shooting
Motherfucker
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Bottos
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