Can I be real
Hurricane, Cloud9foreal
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A hope and a dream, a pen and a pad Inspired rhymes from the greatest is all fucking had 2010's back then, in the beast's den Always knew what I wanted, had to find out who I am As I was practicing 'em beats and 'em lines, like all the time I was fiending for a spot that was mine, I had to climb The ropes of respect and accolades in this game Still the same, but now I'm fired up up in these flames From the look on haters faces when they thinkin' I'm insane Read 'em like an open book and all the thoughts up in their brain Numbers rising sold out shows, it's sure to cause them pain Live in shit that you create, while a brotha getting paid I knew I was gonna make it 'fore I knew that I was made I been working round the clock, I swear I could not complain Make a mill and reappear got them shook like David Blaine F*ck your thoughts, f*ck your hate, f*ck the numbers and the fame We were raised up in the struggle, so I know what's like to strife You keep living in your bubble too afraid to change your life On your face's a fake smile on my back a lot of knives I been working like a maniac, while you fuckers getting by Got the nerve to ask me how The f*ck I did it, how I made it Was it luck? You must be crazy This is 10 years in the making Built this castle you can't break it You can't kill what's been created Ain't no way you fucks can change it We gon' fucking be the greatest So can I be real Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel And can them be real Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill And when is on Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still And what we do? Put an end to the deal, and get to chill I typically get to the point quick, but them opening lines Rappers say they struggle with 'em, like their hairline Check it, I won't lie, sometimes goes on with mine But this song's name is its title, so I'll align With that shit outta the way, let me kick this off With special thanks to Em and Dre and the list goes on Them the reason that I'm on, I was here 'fore y'all were born I was here ever before your favorite rapper got to blow I was underground listening, twistin', fittin' my dough I was cooking lyrics while you were feelin' your favorite show Never gave up, I just never showed up to be slaved up My shit, my time, your beat, my rhyme, Nah, ain't crossin' outta the mind Stacked up crap, rats and snakes I had to climb Did I ever close my eyes and dream to rap Nas and Put up QB signs and, Be lyrically wise What you know about that What you know about the struggle What you know about the streets Click blaw, feelin' the heat What you said was the real reason that I never made it You smile in my fucking face, behind my back you try to play me Grandma said it, imma be the God's favorite And if this was Aftermath, I would be the Doc's favorite But I took back all my credit, gave it to you fucking faggots Along with them fuckin' shovels, so you dance with the Devil. Fucking rattles So can I be real Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel And can them be real Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill And when is on Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still And what we do? Put an end to the deal, and get to chill
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Written by: Hurricane, Cloud9foreal, Edison Pepa
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