On the Real Lyrics

Aye, I gotta story to tell

I told myself years ago that I won't fail

But I gotta watch for those

That'll scam you with a phish mail

The dreamer

Been trying pop off like a fake nail

Uh, I want wish wells

Even when I take L's

Keep my money strapped tight

Like a hay bail

You can't tell that I'm broke

Cause I dress well

I'm not going into debt to impress 'em

I remember I wanted to fit in

But they made me feel less than

That's why I just left them

Achieving in this rap shit

I feel like I'm destined

That's prolly why they shook and feel threatened

Cause I put effort into shit

While they slept in

Damn

Remember recording

Five deep in the cold room?

Now this studio is lonely

And I don't know you

Anymore

Piss poor attitudes

Making it is not a maybe

It's an absolute

I got them showing love

And I feel the gratitude

Applause at the shows

Only grows as I continue

To put it down at every venue

What I been through might offend you

Cause with every mishap

I re-up'd and hit back

Yeah, harder than hard

On some Lil Baby shit

It's my turn to burn up

And keep it wavy like a perm does

Uh

I can't afford to go back to my old ways

I was too anxious

To make a move in those days

On the real, on the real

I keep it 1K for you always

Yeah

Been down since Forest Hills dropped

Now I'm plotting on collecting bills

Til the wheels pop

Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah

Bitches come and go

Oh that's how they live, huh?

I'm tryna be the head honcho

And stack dough

That's a cake boss

Boi you look goofy as hell

With your fake floss

Too many wannabes Aubreys

Nowadays having a Drake off

While I'm creating my own lane

Where I can take off

And strip the dummies for they're grip

Investing in myself

So I don't live with debt like Kate Moss

Nah I ain't no g

I'm more poetry

Speaking my mind on beats

I feel like they want blackball me

Why?

I came from ghettos

But I didn't let those

Environments overshadow

Who I am

And what I does

I'm Shel Silverstein

The way I'm falling up

I can't afford to go back to my old ways

I was too anxious

To make a move in those days

On the real, on the real

I keep it 1K for you always

Yeah

Been down since Forest Hills dropped

Now I'm plotting on collecting bills

Til the wheels pop

Need about a mil to get us outta here, brah

Bitches come and go

Oh that's how they live, huh?