Real Life Tales

Let me tell you a story bout Individual Named Christopher
He had hoop dreams, full of Potential
You could see it in em
Hood betting on em ain't nobody Fucking with em
What he 6'3 with handles and he Got a jumper
Dreams for to make it and play With the thunders
High school Freshman year Average 20 a game
Skillset got scouts with open Mouth they Cant explain
Cause he dunk it Lebron James
But a step back and take the long Range Like his name was James, Harden
The problem is the environment
Grab you by the lace and tie you In
Even if you innocent, Thats Fucked up
Family hurt, Chris had to get Bucks up
Hoops ain't paying him, School Ain't either
So he dropped out and got a Heater
Used to hear his name in the Bleachers
Now he hear his name in the Streets like jingles, speakers
Uhhh, shooting ratchets its tragic
Stick on em, magic
Robbing nigga no mask
Knowing it ain't goin' last

Real life tales, can't excel
When you set up, to fail
And your chances fraile
Real life tales, can't excel
When you set up, to fail
And your chances fraile

He still on the bullshit ain't Nothing change
Not even his clothes, he been Trying to get dough
But he hot, robbed 3 niggas and One of those he shot
So he walking around and then He spot
A brand new whip the owner Just stepped out But it's running
Chris walked to car, as he open The door
The Owner screamed out like "No"
Caught up in the act
His reaction is to blow, grab his .44
Shot none stop, car owner drops
Chris run off shocked, he Unaware that he just killed an Cop
Unaware of the small evidence He dropped
He at the crib with his feet Propped
Thinking that he laying low
Till the police kicked in his door

Real life tales, can't excel
When you set up, to fail
And your chances are fraile
Real life tales, can't excel
When you set up, to fail
And your chances are fraile