The Real Me

It just been so much shit going on
I swear to God like
I can't even cope with this shit
It's just real life situations

You gotta be ready for all that shit
Can't bend can't fold nigga real nigga
Rent due need to speed up
Pack still getting beat up

Niggas gotta wait on me to re-up
I'm standing on ten I ain't leaving for nothin
My kids always straight they don't need me for nothin
My son watch me scrap I cook me a onion

We stay with them Dracs they don't book me for nothin
Jumped out with that drac they ain't book me or nun
They know what it is they know how im comin
I'm still in the hood I'm getting to the money

I'm still in the hood I'm looking for buddy
Don't come to the hood cause he know who run it
From late night to sunny from Monday to Sunday
Post up in the trap late night it be jumpin

Im up off the X I ain't sleeping for nothin
Drop racks on a fit a nigga be clumsy
The pistol be keeping me company
The missile be keeping it jumping

You can keep on selling that garb
It's keeping em coming to me
You can't get far you always gone run into me
You can be at the bar or be at the beach
You could be with the stars an worried bout me

You gone be with the stars keep worrying bout me nigga
Mama ain't have it I had to go grab it
Gotta wait all years for taxes
And my shoes talk more than me

I'm looking at God like make some happen
From the mud of the street I'm a thug
Where I be ask around niggas know what's happenin
Have to put his ass in some plastic

Yeen in the street he be snatchin
And I'm turning down deals like I ain't in the street
Niggas just rap yeen famous to me
Askin for paperwork change into beef

Is you a gangster is you police
No flaw only the real can hear when I speak
Only the real can feel what I preach
Posted on 18 feeling like leak

Rent due need to speed up
Pack still getting beat up
Niggas gotta wait on me to re-up
I'm standing on ten I ain't leavin for nothin

My kids always straight they don't need me for nothin
My son watch me scrap I cook me a onion
We stay with them dracs they don't book me for nothin
Jumped out with that drac they ain't book me or nun

They know what it is they know how im comin
I'm still in the hood I'm getting to the money
I'm still in the hood I'm looking for buddy
Don't come to the hood cause he know who run it

From late night to sunny from Monday to Sunday
Post up in the trap late night it be jumpin
Im up off the X I aint sleeping for nothin
Drop racks on a fit a nigga be clumsy

I'm blowing on Thrax it's sticky it's funky
I'm getting to the racks I'm getting to the money
I couldn't get attached dat bitch to country
She don't get the wax she can't get the donkey

Addicted to doe I feel like a junkie
You cant get the doe that nigga a flunky
I'm serving the plugs don't hit off the junkies
I ran up two bands by three and its Monday