Keepin' It Real

Back in the day, I had a notebook with battle rhymes
Cause talent wise, I knew that I could handle mines
But family pressures had me divert my path
Made the decision go into business with all I learned in rap
So keep it real? I'd be rapping about mass spec
In a forced Filipino accent, relax man
Check out my LinkedIn page, I set the bar
With maximum MQLs from all these webinars
A Product Manager talkin' bout acronyms and practices
That make Fortune 500 statuses manifest
Learned how to tone it down so quick with the code switch
Combine that with the hustle drive and the focus
That's no limit like Master P
Lean manufacturing no masters degree
Implement Six sigma and I got six figures it's
Gemba walks reducing muda to fix this system quick
Talk about flippin' whips, I drive a mini van
I guess it look aight with the filter on Instagram
Rent a crib in San Ramon right next to Blackhawk
Where 40 water stay, rolling hills the backdrop
You can say I act soft, can stop that back talk
Self made man so I get to work on this dad bod
And make my side hustle a dope rhyme writer
And cop fake Yeezys off Wish cause I'm a time fighter

Keepin it real, keep it a buck
Keep it one hundred,believe in nothing
A boring life, a boring life
You bored to death, but born to die
Keepin it real, keep it a buck
Keep it one hundred,believe in nothing
A boring life, a boring life
You bored to death, but born to die

I got a special needs son I take to therapy daily
He works with a pathologist for his delayed speech
Rides a short bus, go dummy in the Bay yeee
So all that shit you talk it don't phase me, go hate me
And my daughter she got diagnosed with ADHD
That's why she jump from task to task and it drove me crazy
All day seems we make memes, parenting ain't sunshine
But I fed my son marshmallows during lunch time
Keep telling myself, I gotta do better
But still give my daughter Ritalin on spoonfuls of Nutella
I can't help compare all my friends on social media
Their kids hella smart, and they all seem like geniuses
They're doing their times tables at two years old
That's when my son autism was diagnosed
Out with my kids and it's so embarrassing
When my son is stimming and I can't take care of it
And then I feel like I somehow failed at parenting
Like my genes were broken should have never been inherited
And none of y'all understand what it feels like
To come to terms your dream life ain't real right
All the hopes and aspirations come to halt quick
When you're not your own pilot someone else in the cockpit
And the truths locked in the lockbox with no locksmith
What it costed? Accosted, I've lost it

Keepin it real, keep it a buck
Keep it one hundred,believe in nothing
A boring life, a boring life
You bored to death, but born to die
Keepin it real, keep it a buck
Keep it one hundred,believe in nothing
A boring life, a boring life
You bored to death, but born to die



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Rivera
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