Real Life Lyrics

Why you hating on me

We all got 24 hours

Crabs in the bucket steady trying to pull me down

Groupie hoes from way back

They trying to fuck me now

I use to rock the wave cap

But i got loc's now

If a nigga rode a mongoose where i'm from got took down

Tenth grade quit playing ball

Wouldn't let me score no touchdowns

Told coach i'm finna go chase that paper

I can't waste my time

Kirby smart ain't coming to offer me

Im only five nine

I got two jobs and put it all into the studio

I touched this mic got hated

I could've did that for real and had folks looking crazy

Niggas been throwing dirt on my name

Since i was a baby

Niggas know in real life

Ain't nobody ever played with me

Not no gangsta was just raised by some thoroughbred niggas

La familia in my neck of the woods

Way different

God forgive me about mines ill fuck around hang a nigga

People know my heart pure

So they try to get closer to me

Know the devil want my soul

I promise he wont get it

Heart pure just like gold

My flame it burn different

Cut that bull shit off

I promise i don't feel it

Niggas sending me they snippets

Like i'm a a&r nigga

If you asking for advice this might not be for you nigga

This might not be for you my boy

This music part of my soul

Every word every flow i feel

It ain't no damn man on earth i fear

My goal to make it home

If its my time we can die right here

This shit hit deep never showed weakness

I had a pain full year

My nigga what you know about it

You ain't got family on dope probably

My granddaddy down the road

Im seven years old he slicker than anybody

Pressing nine on the house phone

Collect calls from sherman brown

They say time heal wounds

Why the hell i don't feel better now

You ain't never seen no gun fire

So don't ask me why i hardly smile

This microphone the only one i talk to

and let it out

Through trials and tribulations

Blessings shower down

These niggas trying to be me but that shit there water-downed

How you claiming that you fuck with me

But watching my pockets

Damn dog you know thats flaw

Ain't nothing real about it

But i love you so i'm gone hit yo phone

And tell you about it

Im getting tired of being real

Can't help thats just who i'm is

Watch my momma tell pops

Nigga spend time with your kid

And that fucked up our bond

Its like he never took it serious

Till i got older to the point

that i couldn't hold it in

Me and dukes got a bond

My first love my best friend

No matter what i know she'll love me till the end

That lady all i got

That lady all i got

That lady all i got