This Can’t Be Real

Lyrics

[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway] This can't be real Let me talk to y'all I swear to god, it's all real Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Freeway] I grew up on [?] crime side Staying alive was all [?] Used to wear the same clothes, we was first cousins So we learned to stick together, it's whatever They moved in down west, like two years later, I moved in up north I love north, that's where I got with [?] and [?] [?] and [?] Seen my first [?], in a drug deal [?] I took [?] down to the street from the buss stop [?] that's why I'm keeping it north [?] cutey pie, [?] Besides, the teachers wasn't really teaching the kid I got [?] [?] a younger nigga to [?] they said We getting riches for the city with the rocks [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway] This can't be real You feel me? Swear to god, it's all real [Verse 2: Freeway] Fast forward a year or two, my man just [?] I been knew how to rap, but now my raps is visual Cause when I talk about the [?], y'all niggas really see me in it [?] windows tinted [?] Them ice city niggas really was shining Around the same time, major figures was popping Eve was Rough Riding, Beanie Sigel was signed I was chain smoking, copping reefer and dimes [?] took a nigga to jay I spit my heart out, the big homie [?] Said big homie really feeling your rhymes [?] laughing at me, silly Free How silly, he came home and got right back on the grind And got [?] [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway] This can't be real You feel me? Swear to god, it's all real [Verse 3: Freeway] I was fresh out, but in the streets [?] But it was cool, I had the next with the best Beanie Sigel made a nigga a promis He told me "When you get off house arrest, I got you" He showed me, let me tell you how the truth was the reason He got me in the studio, [?] And ain't nothing fucking with that Dropped 900 [?] it's a rap I was toating the 44, repping State Prop Fresh off a world tour, living my life State to state, just rocking a mic Then my debut album hit stores But it seems like it ain't the same Cause the niggas that put this together ain't even [?] [?] whole team breaking up [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway] This can't be real You feel me? Swear to god, it's all real