Get No Reala Lyrics

What's hood? Shit, it sure as hell ain't me

But if my parents wouldn't have grinded, it could've been me

Cause see, when I was born, we lived on the bad side

With crack pipes and gat fights happen more than nights

So my parents went off and bust their asses

To grab and stag chips like that in Pringles, Kansas

So their kids could live a better life than them

And show us the worth of work through dedication

Which turned out pretty lovely

Explaining why I shined on the mic when they ain't never ran with Buffy

Because the lessons they taught and examples I saw

Rubbed off on me like some lotion, yo

Along with the honesty gene

That's why I don't line my lines or rhymes

Instead I drop true things

So it's no surprise when I get different walks of life

Say I know you ain't hood, but I still like your vibe

Like my hands on the Bible, I'ma testify

If y'all are inside, look behind my life

I won't look y'all in the eyes and fake the funk

Instead I'll spit truth, so y'all know what's up

And it won't get, get no realer

It's my life, life, life, life

I don't try to be a G in my rhymes, that ain't me

Don't believe I'll leave that ass beat if you think you'll fuck with me

And get away without some repercussions

Cause a brother's not a thug who's gun clutching his thug bussing

Nah, you lame to get your frames panged

And this ain't me being gangster, this how I was raised

My parents always said to me, never look for dumb shit

But if some prick wants to pick a tussle, use your muscle quick

Dust them off and proceed with your life

Cause people on this earth seem to like the opposite of right

And I try anything to sling you off your game and your focus

Don't let your life aim change, and I won't

So don't think that beef is my focus

Cause I know that all that heat and street shit's hopeless

So I go where two of my goal is with some grown sense

But know this, I still leave a Keeks dose

Like my hands on the Bible, I'ma testify

And if y'all are inside, look behind my life

I won't look y'all in the eyes and fake the funk

Instead I'll spit truth, so y'all know what's up

And it won't get, get no real love

It's my life, life, life, life

Uh, I thank God he gave me parents to rule my damn ass

When I thought I was too grown to not get put back in line

But try and be sly, going behind their spines with lies

About things I did when I knew that I shouldn't have did it

But my stubbornness made me not listen to that unforgiving belt

Gave my ears coherent, knew that they didn't care for parenting

Did not be deadlocked to wham, wham, carriage in

Or possibly sharing gay, mean mugs

Way afraid to slang slugs, y'all know, like them fake thugs

That's not my story, not Maxine's baby boy or Robert's youngest son

That's why my tongue drums up

Nothing but the truth when I jump in boots

And gives all of you who want the truth what

View into the life of this guy behind this mic

No fake shit like toy doodoo when I write

All my life

Like my hands on the Bible, I'ma testify

And if y'all are inside, look behind my life

I won't look y'all in the eyes and fake the funk

Instead I'll spit truth so y'all know what's up

And it won't get, get no real love

It's my life, life, life, life