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If u came where i came from nigga
U aint seen shit
I been down for so long nigga
I dont see shit
My soul be cryin nigga ion feel it
I be prayin

I know some real niggas showing love cause they can't hate, yea
I know some real niggas showing love cause they can't hate
Some niggas claim they

turned blind
Knew that I was real by the same time
Wrist watch, tik tak
Time ran but for you it stopped

Linger in your mind yeah
But you keep your

[TDG]Call me iced out
run out your tech for it
[ICE]Lex chromed out
stop like a jack for it

[Sandra]
Here comes bitch to my soul,
im feeling, it's the beat

in the refrigerator good til it spoil past that date then call the undertaker
Pouring out my soul for these pennies that these streams pay us
Thinking

in the refrigerator good til it spoil past that date then call the undertaker
Pouring out my soul for these pennies that these streams pay us
Thinking

the Mysteries Along My Path.
-This Fire of Love Burns Inside Me with No Smoke, Fuelled by My Intense Longing for the Beloved.
-Following the Royal Vein, I Found

to wide for it to be dumbed down
Soul to the roots is obsolete with that mindset
Crime fest of the ones around with pure passion
Soul below the roots for

those that are good for the soul

Ain't you supposed to give flowers when a nigga's alive
Y'all say it's cowardly subsiding the pride
But this is

For Real
By: Singa B
Composed By: Nrsimha (Singa B) Bromfield

Hook
I stay out the way for real
These streets is too cold for real
I’m doin my thang,

Show Me the Good Life

Exile

Below the Heavens

me when I'm stressing for real
I just close my eyes and try to think how heaven feels
Just to feel good again, even though I know when I open them

No Such Thing as Free

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

were smiling, try not fuck with me, yeah
Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep
Blackout curtains for the heat
Black is what is underneath
Try

real shit
Believe me 
I can have any chick
But you heat 
And Everytime we touch
I never use an oven mit
I'm usually 
No glove no love 
But with you 
I'll

Move

Michael Jackson

I Love MJ Forever

2010

To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness

God Bless

Danielson Famile

A Prayer for Every Hour

1996

it get it 
Feels good to bust shots at the critics 
You crave more taste of my funk 
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk 
Soul for real

RIP my fallen soldiers
Your body is gone at war but your soul Eternal
Rip My Fallen soldiers
I'm gon spin for you
Bring the heat for you
All the work

Yeah
Major Pain boy

Man the streets just ain't the same
I stay on the low low
Cause y'all be messing up the game
Don't keep it real no more
That's why

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm

on the par, par shit
Kickin' doors, Slimin' hoes, Thooka a rockstar bitch
Dirty pole, Im tryin' to reach for your soul, you get hit with the five fifty-six

Two

Die a Real Nigga

Yo Gotti

I Am

2013

supposed to be on promo
Neighbour called I ain't answer and I got bricks for the low low
Parrot popped a loco, crime scene gun smoke
Drive by to homicide

need a real one to pass a dawg lighter
Wherever there's smoke 
There is fire
Nigga
(Got heat)
Wherever there's smoke 
There's fire
Nigga
(Got Heat

Rollin, I be rollin', that's what's up

(Like for real) We just tryna find our way
(You know for real) That's what's up
(You know for real) So on rotation

real Hip Hop
Who wants that real Hip Hop
Who needs that real Hip Hop
Who seeks that real Hip Hop
Play some of that real Hip Hop

I put it down for

shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats