The Real

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Music really give street niggas a voice It's either rap or trap, do I really got a choice? They sell theyself short, for [?] and some [?] Serving dimes and taking shots, rather take your's than take a loss I still hear my grandmother's voice screaming at me till she get horse Paied the cost to be the boss, and you pay what you [?] You reep what you so, give me what you ohe What goes around comes around, carma's something we all know I got [?] say I ain't shoot a nigga before Fuck scrapping in the street, going blow for blow I lift a nigga off his feet, before I go toe to toе I live by the code, nеver rat, never told Never ran on my niggas, loyalty over hoes We except a life we chose, when you real, then it shows If you fake, you get exposed Bitch I let my gun bang, my hood is a gun range Skelitons up in my closet, rugs full of bloodstains [?] man, I know my mama [?] Tryna make it out this game, [?] chain [?] the quire sing [Verse 2 ?] Tech low, tech blow, pussy niggas get exposed Wipe them out clean, Dirty Harry bloody, the [?] closed Over [?], so Vicious over the chef's stove Armand hammer before they wittness one of the best flows Niggas playing checkers, so strategic, [?] I'm alive, ready to [?] you bitch ass rappers death ro Better be ready for war, out here, niggas get left, ho Leave him in the morg with a name tag on his left toe Even though we aim for the brain, [?] Gotta make sure the tip [?] enough to go through the vest though Trapping from the benches, fiends sticking syringes I promis it be a murder, you pussy niggas [?] Twenty four seven hustle, that money's on my agenda It's no remorse for you pussys, so fuck you if I offend you We blessed to see twenty one, especially when money come I can't afford to die now, I just bought me another gun [Verse 3 ?] Hard knock life for [?] even [?] for us Too small for football, my jump shot was way off Before I learned to whip, niggas told me bullshit A whole lotta of [?] crumble once it hit the plate You put a raiser to it, stuff it in the bag Shit start to melting, gotta sell that thing fast It's summertime, so you know the dice out Niggas fronting, [?] they re-up getting wiped out Ain't got the [?] just put it on the ground [?] tryna lay the game down I'm from the [?] the hardest part in the town The other day my younging put my oldhead down A charge without a [?], a regular weed sail It's all about pride, I can see it all in his eyes No breaks how they ride, it was [?] where he lied I got the phone call, hoping that niggas lied Now the strip hot, with [?] cops and homicide