I just need a pen and pad and a rello that can burn slow
I'm nappy rooted like Beyonce when her perm go
Technically its delivery and not digiorno
That keep my lyrics shittin all over your flow
Niggas sleep so all they can do is chase a dream
I woke up, put in work on what I believe
Do this for the love of rappin
Got no intentions of me ever gettin close to platinum
But if it happens I'd be happy cause I dodged the trappin
Or being thug like
In the booth spittin my life off this bud light
Cuz like they need to get this nigga a record deal
Tryna get my city up like a sex pill
Less realer niggas get the fortune in this game
We look up to the wrong cause our lives won't be the same
In the hood you lose your life for talking out of range
Or gettin too much money or gettin too much brain
So I'm checkin out my lifestyle
And I know this shit is wild
Who wants to see the top when its the end of the cliff
And Im at ease with what I got
So this as real as it gets

Whats the definition of REAL
Whats the definition of REAL
Whats the definition of REAL
Whats the definition of REAL

I'm not a gangsta I dont gangsta rap
We from the same struggle why you gangsta rap
Leading your followers down a wrong path
Off a lie to save your own ass
Despicable you, I understand tho
You standing on your own its just hard to be a man bro
Thats what you believe to get the green by any means
Some got too much pride and go broke and not eat
Now the nigga all confused asking his self what he gon do
Should he go broke cause he thinks he staying true
Or go fake for the cake just to stop singing the blues
Really were these rules made for our lives
Or are we being fooled right before our eyes
I guess we won't know until we rest in peace
So until then I'm doing whats best for me

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