Real Talk (outro)

(Ya)
(Know this ain't it for me)
(Can't be it)
Know this ain't for me
Can't be it for me
Know this ain't it
I know this ain't it for me
God really did allotta shit for me
This Road can end instantly

Streets done change
Shit way worst
Alotta gold in the game
But the whole game cursed
All the real niggas leaving away in hearse
Never wanted to be the hardest
I just feel like I'm the realest
Put my heart and my soul into everythang that I'm building
Pray up to the sky that hate dont try to come and kill me
I just hope a hater feel me
Hope this shit pay
In my own lane
Ain't no traffic in the way
I'm coming in different
My story non fiction
(Yeah) Real under dog
Came from nun
Couldn't see da light
I know da struggle dawg
Light up a blunt to get high
You know just to get by
(As long as it work)
Main daily goal is to make it back home
Streets like da jungle
You really on ya own
Don't care about the top
Cause everybody want ya throne
Only competition is the man in the mirror
Started focusing on myself and then my vision got clear
The dream that you pursue may be closer than it appear
That's real
Never let money determine how I feel
Never catch worried cause I'm rich in the mind
My grind worth M's
I done did alotta dirt
I know karma prolly lurking
Know some feelings got hurt
But I was focused on my purpose
I just hope that 12 don't pull me over
try to search me
One year left on papers
I'm really tryna be legit
Lately crime been paying without a whole alotta risk
Lately thinking about this road coming to a end
Started boxing tried to make a better way
Got jammed
Had to trap for lawyer I had to pay
Had to turn to rap
I got alotta shit to say
(True story)
(To be continued)
(Rasta)
(Almost Off Papers)



Credits
Writer(s): Terrance Holt
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