Real or Not

I've been stressed out, seven for seven days of the week feeling left out, knowing damn well I can rap with the best now, bringing back real rap to the west now, when you up you always get let down, on my throne I won't step down

That Blackbird got fans raving over should he leave his nest now, I'm on flights to Sac Town, on the bus to New York, with a pen and a pad, knowing damn well these hard days won't last, I got something that a lot of niggas don't have, the will to fight for my culture, fuck dividing the globe all over, trying to make changes to the map

The cats out of the bag when I tell them the rap artist they love, don't fight for what's black

Still selling white lines to the masses, and hoping they think it's smack

But on purpose they hold us back, so it's time for me to attack, y'all confused fake with facts

Ain't nothing realer than that, they tell my story when I'm gone, I'll take my victory lap I'm saying

I'm done turning, the world is burning, trying to cover the smoke, I know, I can't worry, my pockets hurting, all I have is some hope

Tell me what's real or not, tell me what's real or not

I bump into confusion, including more than emotional stress, coasting through oceans, frozen from my own regrets

Picking apart my thoughts, screaming food for the poor, the rich can get less

Until I made a couple grand, I never wanted success from my words, the Blackbird gon' sing, wipe tears don't curse

You'll love again whenever you get a chance to hear this verse