The Real Feel ft. Stress The White Boy Lyrics

I got no choice but to give you what I know rhyming

I stand on my own nobody cosigning

No big established rapper or producer

Put me on, I had to go back and do it how they use to

Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle

Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle

You probably won't holla or try and get with me

Cause I won't follow choosing dollars over dignity

I try to rhyme with some more accountability

Lyrically for the little homies on the block feeling me

Rolling up and down the boulevard, I know it's damn hard

My pops was born in Richard Allen pre-Ram Squad

Ain't nothing change since then except the murder rate

Over 400 killings last year I heard to date

I think of better times just to change pace

Cause joy and depression can't reside in the same place

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real

Yo I'm fierce from the start let me drop a style on ya

Pierce your heart like the Crocodile Hunter

Hip Hop died on Christmas it's a bummer

Chills up my spine every time I hear Funky Drummer

Time to get the doe, Stress load up the Tahoe

No crates, straight CDJ's or Serato

My flow be no joke, we ain't the Jerky Boys

Come through and rock your whole show like The Herculoids

When I write my rhymin' is illegible

Like it or not, sonically it sounds incredible

I create in conditions that's the dungiest

Broke rapper, starving artist sound the hungriest

But I'm blessed I know I could be doing more bad

A broke son reading Rich Dad Poor Dad

Either way I'm still spittin' that shrapnel

With words that sound nasty like chitlins and scrapple

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real

I used to disrespect women call'em dikes and bitches

And drop the N-bomb more than Michael Richards

But my new music changed, it don't contain

I try to refrain, from calling people out they name

Man, I'm not perfect some things is hard to give up

Like when I'm 'round my homies yo know I'm gonna slip up

But don't worry bout the content of my grammar

Just know the finished products gonna be Bananarama

I see these videos, I'm like damn dude

Watch jammed with so many rocks the hands can't move

And then you put all that shit in your mouth

I'd rather put that in my crib yo, and flip my house

That's just me baby maybe I'm crazy

Cause I ain't got Beyonce to upgrade me with the gravy

And neither do half the guys I know working

So I give you the real not the bastardized version

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real

You know it's real, got no choice but to give it to you

When you can feel it down in your soul living through you

Move your body and your mind at the same time

Tryna get it, gotta bring it, if you want it, cause it's real