Something Real

Asalamalakim to my niggas come and save us.

You don't really know peace til you free from working them slave huts

Fighting broken systems cuz them crackas really unjust

But I choose to keep it simple and let em feel me when them words cut

Truth and knowledge to your head just like a gun shot

You don't wanna hear me cuz you know I done just took your spot

Laying out the blueprint, I speak my truth and help the girls out

But it's something bout them niggas that don't wanna see you make it out

Let me tell you one thing that I know about your jealousy

Niggas will act like your friend just to have a front row seat