What Happened 2 The Real (feat. Mic Brim)

I need my, listen, yeah, I need my joints to sound really full, airy, tinny, all of that
Let's get it, uh
Don't you ever claim that you my mans If I'm about to ride then you ain't finna go
Energy never lies, so this look in your eyes Tell me everything that I should know

Catch em online, they all for the smoke Catch em outside, they turnin' a hoe
Somethin' bout the loudest niggas in the room Whenever they speak, you can tell that they faux
I line niggas on the curb, he claim he from the hood This line nigga from the burbs
I really been tryin' with niggas to give em my all But these clowns keep tryin' my nerves

What happened, what happened to the real is crazy The fake is so prevalent, now it's absurd
Remember them days, I never had to question Nothin' that you say, cause you gave me your word
Your honor, it's a real nigga on the stand today So this court should adjourn
The plaintiff, the prosecutor, and the jury are flawed They all on the burn, I'm tired of competein' with niggas

I never shoulda had to go war with my homies If it's a problem, come speak to me nigga
This shit can get buried right now, bro, you know me Oh, if you prefer, you can just make me resort to the old me
Bang on you niggas like Shaq Y'all niggas gon' snitch on your Cody like Kobe
I'm deaden' you niggas Can you say that you blamin' the youngin

I'm ridin' on niggas and over the ties Flame out the whip for this reign that's comin
Claim that he keep it a hundred Soon as I break him, the change is comin
We know how he actin' alone, but witness the picture He paint for the public, this arrogance ugly
There's nothin' to humble him, soon as he think he above me Kindness can take it for weakness

Weakness can turn in the street, shit, and that can get ugly
I can't fuck with truth, I ain't tryin' to hustle backwards That ain't how I move
I'm just tryin' to get my bag up I ain't in this game to lose
A bachelor tryin' to get his master And if they really wanna shoot

It's 35, I'll make him back up I can't fuck with you, I ain't tryin' to hustle backwards
I can't fuck with truth I'm just tryin' to get my bag up
I can't fuck with you A bachelor tryin' to get his master
I can't fuck with you It's 35, I'll make him back up

God's in my Bible, Bible, God's in the picture now
God's in my Bible, Bible, God's in the picture now
God, they don't know what they're doing

It's funny the depths that some of these people be willin' to go

Considerin' how surface-level they minds are
They playin' a role, ain't never been tough Just happy to strike when the times are
Maybe the message was never clear In spite of the fact that the signs are
No one know better what the insecurities you tryin' to hide are than I do

You just be skatin' through life, never been pressured Ain't even had nobody question your effort
That's why I stumped you to hear me addressin' your lecture like that
You really thought I was suited for judgment But come to find out you ain't measured like that
For you to see me as a failure That just reinforces that you been protected like that

You fraud? How you gon' hand me a mirror? You can't even stand your reflection like that
Truth of the matter is you live a lie And I don't even need a detector like that
Your mama had to cosign what you whippin' You ain't got the money, no credit like that
Your payments ain't even on time, livin' rent-free How you still be indebted like that

Is you hearin' me? That's why I needed to say this without really bein' creative
Straight to the point, minimizes the need to debate it
You just a leech and it's flagrant Life in the gym got your ego inflated
Got you a girl to show off to the world, I can mean it, you made it

Bet you won't post any pics of your sleepin' arrangement, I mean I'm just sayin
If we entertainin' the thought that you more of a man than meatin
Let's take it there, cause I won't let no one who spent their whole life pretendin' they ain't aware
Try to paint it where I'm the oblivious one who don't know they ain't what they appear to be

I am an artist, I don't just see the big picture, I really could make it clear
I can't fuck with you, I ain't tryin' to hustle backwards
That ain't how I move, I'm just tryin' to get my bag on
I ain't in this game to lose, a bachelor tryin' to get his masters

If they really wanna choose, 45 will make them back up
I can't fuck with you, I ain't tryin' to hustle backwards
I can't fuck with you, I'm just tryin' to get my bag on
I can't fuck with you, a bachelor tryin' to get his masters

I can't fuck with you, this 45 will make them back up