Real Thing

By chance these days go by
Bitterness turn game I'm faithful
Know I, made mistakes
You stay graceful
In a place full of pain,
Heart ache, and beat the brakes-off a nigga in my face
Too close to simulate the feelings needed to cope, shit
Shawty pre rolled the smoke,
Though in no condition to conversate us both
Spinning in circles talking about the shit that hurt most.
With no solution and my egotistic mind create pollution
Vague statements
Cause hella confusion
Words feel useless and lack of em just damaging more
I started just rapping em and leaving to tour
What a bastard son
With half of a mind, whole of a heart
Ain't ever ask for more
Till I realized they still lied to the boy
In you I relied on it for
More than I can count on my hands
Stayed up late nights with me counting them bands
Plotting the grand scheme for things
Niggas just don't understand
That this shit need longevity I ain't tryna dance 24/7
To that melody you made with ya man's
Give me some shit that make me think
An inspire demand, again
I do not do this for fun
This began when I was young
Writing shit for future funds on the,
On the run
And that's the real thing
And that's the real thing
Yea, on some young Hov shit
Some real young Mac shit nigga
And that's the real thing
The real thing