Real Ones

I'm sorry to you, city man, but we been getting raps

I'm looking for something good in life
Came from nothing, I don't want to miss it

Take my shot, spit my rhymes, now they want to hear it

Look at God, life been hard, now I found a blessing
Got the dough with me, she want to roll with me

Can't sing like Jodeci, that pussy Krispy Kreme
Never thought she'd love me, manifest my greatest dreams

I love my family, I want my real ones to stay down
That's fine with me, that money like hide and seek
I see it, I can't believe, born and raised in Chicago

Get it out the mud, the motto, bear my sorrow
Cause life ain't promised tomorrow, feel it down like a pole

Don't let them borrow, I know the thieves call it hollow
Like where's Waldo? Part of my first birth ain't shit funny

Thinking I'm making that funny money
BG, but we came from the Memphis South, trapped by the residents
Drift like a league, she feel the streets, try again

Snickety-rig, beating them cheeks, she feel the leave and call again
Do say sippy, she calling me Cuddy
Dripping, I'm walking, I ain't your buddy. Trap on point, in the jail like a bunny
Thinking I'm done, uh, uh, ayy

Life is bigger than me, my homie, real in the field

Racks no tennis, handle my business
Blood in my lyrics, I know that feeling, one for million