| It’s time to be real y’all
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| It’s time to be real y’all
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| I said it’s time to be real y’all
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| First breath
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| Started off a bad ass
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| East side roamin
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| Out late gettin cash
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| Killas don’t talk
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| So I can’t say shit
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| So read between the lines
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| And just paint your own pic
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| Hustlin baby
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| On the grind
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| I was brought up right
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| But stayed outta line
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| Guess you can say when you lose
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| You’re lost
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| But wit my parents passin on
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| I had to be boss
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| I’ma keep it real
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| I’ma keep it real
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| I’ma keep it real
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| I’ma keep it real
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| Couldn’t nobody give me rules
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| Every now and then a jail cell
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| But what’s that prove
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| I was still bein hard headed
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| Claimin the streets
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| (We have a red skinded male here disturbin the streets)
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| Problems problems, everybody’s got em
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| Jack and sticc and cut and shoot and rob and
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| I was addicted to all
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| Had to change and find a better way
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| To be well off
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| Nowadays I got a strong mind
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| I see it all
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| No need for safety nets
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| Cuz I will never fall
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| Keep it floatin like a ghost at night
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| And put fear in those who’s eyes just ain’t right
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| I got angels watchin over
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| I can feel em when I’m speakin
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| Like they’re on my shoulder
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| And I admit that it sure feels good
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| To finally get a chance to be understood
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| Hard times was broke payin dues
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| Made a lot of friends and I met a lot of fools
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| That’s why I’m here on the mic today
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| Cuz I’ma be real and tell you what I need to say |