Real Is Rare
Say ion do no capping but ima backend go getter
Know you sleeping in heaven wish to bring hell to yo killer
Ima get in position and put em on cause they realer
Give back to my lil bih cause she was down with a nigga
Who really down with a nigga
It would be nice to know
Youngin a fool with the pistol
Itching to let it blow
Even tho I'm all bout a bag
I still won't sell my soul
Couple niggas was dead weight
I had to let em go
I just play the hand I'm dealt
You ain't dish out the love I dealt
Head first in that water had to swim like Michael Phelps
Can't take a step in my shoes yeen feel the pain that I don't felt
Hate to believe it I'm just thanking God I seen the shit I seen
Know you tryna blow fulfill yo dreams
We all young kings and queens
Blow a bag on the finer things
Prolly a chain
But you can't leave that when you gone for yo lil ones
Hoping thinking bigger properties
They wun showing no love but I always knew that I been popping shit
Yo body drop
Yo mama crying
Yo niggas finna to ride bout it
He on that road all alone with know one to vent to
One man army step alone rocking his trust issue
He granny baby gone feel relief knowing you proud he made it thru
I don't fuck with niggas cause I'm knowing real is rare
10 steps ahead cause them boys out chea do not play it fair
Niggas scared go to church them streets ain't nothing like a fair
From the land of the struggle everybody wicked dea
They talk that shit but ion hear em making no noise
They count me out it's crazy I'm the one they count on
They thrill out slinging them sticks like play toys
They pillow talk a bout a nigga like a whole whore
I'm tryna have million galore
I can't lie sometimes I wanna give up but I kept it going
The struggle motivate me try to get a bag and get some more
I been a odd ball since a youngin they never see me with more
Tryna pull up ventador
Don't try me like a hoe bust a nigga brain before I go out bad
It'll get dat real na fr I'll bust a nigga ass
My mama birth a gangsta temper bad God knows I'll spazz
Dream chasing like I'm meek no cap just wanna backend
My back against the wall
I know they praying on my downfall
Don't ask me bout loyalty secerets I can't tell y'all
Having conversations with my dawg thru a jail phone
Staying down so you can pull up when you come home
I don't fuck with niggas cause I'm knowing real is rare
10 steps ahead cause them boys out chea do not play it fair
Niggas scared go to church them streets ain't nothing like a fair
From the land of the struggle everybody wicked dea
Know you sleeping in heaven wish to bring hell to yo killer
Ima get in position and put em on cause they realer
Give back to my lil bih cause she was down with a nigga
Who really down with a nigga
It would be nice to know
Youngin a fool with the pistol
Itching to let it blow
Even tho I'm all bout a bag
I still won't sell my soul
Couple niggas was dead weight
I had to let em go
I just play the hand I'm dealt
You ain't dish out the love I dealt
Head first in that water had to swim like Michael Phelps
Can't take a step in my shoes yeen feel the pain that I don't felt
Hate to believe it I'm just thanking God I seen the shit I seen
Know you tryna blow fulfill yo dreams
We all young kings and queens
Blow a bag on the finer things
Prolly a chain
But you can't leave that when you gone for yo lil ones
Hoping thinking bigger properties
They wun showing no love but I always knew that I been popping shit
Yo body drop
Yo mama crying
Yo niggas finna to ride bout it
He on that road all alone with know one to vent to
One man army step alone rocking his trust issue
He granny baby gone feel relief knowing you proud he made it thru
I don't fuck with niggas cause I'm knowing real is rare
10 steps ahead cause them boys out chea do not play it fair
Niggas scared go to church them streets ain't nothing like a fair
From the land of the struggle everybody wicked dea
They talk that shit but ion hear em making no noise
They count me out it's crazy I'm the one they count on
They thrill out slinging them sticks like play toys
They pillow talk a bout a nigga like a whole whore
I'm tryna have million galore
I can't lie sometimes I wanna give up but I kept it going
The struggle motivate me try to get a bag and get some more
I been a odd ball since a youngin they never see me with more
Tryna pull up ventador
Don't try me like a hoe bust a nigga brain before I go out bad
It'll get dat real na fr I'll bust a nigga ass
My mama birth a gangsta temper bad God knows I'll spazz
Dream chasing like I'm meek no cap just wanna backend
My back against the wall
I know they praying on my downfall
Don't ask me bout loyalty secerets I can't tell y'all
Having conversations with my dawg thru a jail phone
Staying down so you can pull up when you come home
I don't fuck with niggas cause I'm knowing real is rare
10 steps ahead cause them boys out chea do not play it fair
Niggas scared go to church them streets ain't nothing like a fair
From the land of the struggle everybody wicked dea
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Writer(s): Kenneth Thomas
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