real shit Lyrics

It's gr33c, sleeping on my shit, this is real shit

Yeah, I bet they didn't know that every day when I come home the only reason I'm alive

Is to survive through the night.

I bet they didn't know that every day when

I come home, beastie boys in my ear tryna fight for my right

I bet they didn't know that every day when I come home, got my hands together because

I'm praying for above.

I bet they didn't know that every day when

I come home, I don't wanna use my phone because ain't no one showing love

I bet they didn't know that the headphones I broke, only thing I made tunes with, I swear

It's not a joke.

I bet they didn't know the only way I get the

Pain to go away is to take another motherfucking toke

I bet they didn't know that my haters are my motivators, they're the only reason that

I've never ever choked.

I bet they didn't know when I was passing

Through those hoes, had no one to call my own, never felt more alone

Thought it was time to shape up my life, cling on to my hope and make things right, but when

I looked around I couldn't see any love. I once again found myself praying for above

Asking God time and time again. Listen man, "ain't I been through enough?"

Now my family started thinking that I'm crazy, I'm thinking now maybe only Jesus can save

Me.

The internet's gone wild, watching rappers

On trial, they're overlooking all of the younger brother's pain

Every isolated kid made a TikTok crying for help, every violated kid that thought they

Was by themselves, every single young boy that thought they couldn't open up, they're

Just told to man up, have their feelings soaked up

See I hate have to see kids that hide in their mind, when I look in their eyes, see the reflection

Of my life, how I thought if I died, my friends wouldn't cry, my mum would have to tell all

Of her friends that I lied. But that's what happens to a generation grown

From mud, a generation grown to only care about all those subs, a generation grown from

Sat inside watching Pornhub, a generation grown to normalise smoking buds, a generation

Grown to only care about the fame. Do you really feel the same? or wanna be tagged

As their main, I'm not crying it's the rain, see your closest one, ask them one thing, do

You even know their full name? Yeah, this is real shit, listen

So tell me what's fake, how I'm keeping it real, or how you said you was my bro and then

You just had to steal, my girl, who thought I was her world, turns out I was one of ten

Not gonna do that again, missing the days, when I had her on top of me, gone for hours

With him, just playing Monopoly, it's my fault, I made myself vulnerable, I was too gullible

Yeah, I tried to open up, and I never once wronged you, but still, you're the one who

I address the song to, fuck bagging any hoes, tryna get all the dough, fuck smoking bud

To sleep, I'm nocturnal through the night, fuck getting it and go, this ain't no hood or ghetto

Yet you don't need to do anything to get some opps right? saying I'm an abuser or a user

Or mad at me because I didn't even wanna choose her, thinking one messy night, is all

That it could take, to get my reputation down, they don't know I've been raped, they don't

Know I've been sexually assaulted as well, yet they still think I'd sexually assault a girl

Damn, ain't no hypocrite, I never do something that bad, I don't even mean it when I call a

Girl a slag, yeah, this is real shit