Be Real

[Chorus: x2] If you a thug my nigga be a thug If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And don't say shit if you can't BE REAL about it Comin' up as a child my city was hell My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail I came robbin' and kickin' in doors then on my behalf and 17 old But ya see shorty, My mom was a G She made it real easy for my sista and me She did what she had to do, And got out the damn crowd like a nigga would do Talkin' about pimpin', o she did that too I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot And I was just twelve years old on thirteen skin and bones That's why I thank my heart to sell dope I gives a fuck about none of you hoes All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, And pressin' these doors (shorty) and cakin these hoes I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes [Chorus] Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor Fuckin' niggas up on the daily if they didn't pay me Niggas pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially Moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga) I dun scratch my head unless it itchs An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' bitches Nigga we was brave to die, don't be askin' me why Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggas sprayin' wit' fire All the childhood fixin's wit tha devil inside the kitchen Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol You see the streets, They'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes Waitin' for the trash collector Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector They'll kill you over thirty dollars I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par) While she was at the church praising the lord I made through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying 'cause I made it by the grace of the god I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes Bible in one hand, the other hand nine Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine [Chorus: x2]