Real Brotha

Yeah, came a long way, made a strong play
Got a lot to say, write a song every day
That's just how I stay, never cave in
I was made in, under pressure

Here's the confession, lost a lot of friends
Ask me am I happy, that depends
I'm stable, like Group 8 on the periodic table
I'm always able to rhyme

Spend a lot of time, thinking 'bout my crimes
Thinking 'bout my lines, cosine of zero
I'm a positive one, pain is the cause of the run
Almost got shot with a gun, not one time

Hanging round, brothers that done time
And the police almost shot me in 10th grade
We were just getting faded at my homie's crib
They shouted K-9s, get down now, that was the first sound we heard

Suspended us for five days, felt like forever
Nobody ever checked up on me
You find out who's your true people when you upstate bleeding
So dealing drugs and hanging around thugs

At that level, I was a rebel



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Writer(s): Rohan Chaudri
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