Real

Just cause it feel good don't mean it's real I've seen the realest gangsta shed tears

So just be real and tell me what it is I lost my brother in that field

I turned back to that drink cause ain't no other way to feel

I'm out late nights just lurking for a kill My bitch begging me to come in

Cause she know just what it is She like, baby just think about your kids

But when I think about my kids I tend to think about broke kids

And how they took his life from him They gon' laugh until you make em cry

I see the pain in my bro mama eyes I gotta make another homicide

They gon' feel me until somebody die We up on murders they still wonder why

We up on murders we can't lose it To all these shooters who the fuck gon' drive