Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Real to Me , by - dj honda. Song from the album Real to Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.08.2012
Record label: dj honda
Song language: English
Real to Me |
| Uhh huh, it’s what’s real to me |
| Staying up (fucus)…dj honda |
| Getcha mind right |
| Faded visions of what I could be |
| So let me show you what is real to me |
| Money, success and my family, to survive in the streets |
| That’s what’s real to me |
| Who ever thought it would happen like this |
| Rockin' these hits, poppin' these clips |
| Going over seas and making these chips, stop doing the dirt |
| And going legit, cause if I stay in the street I’mma fall in the pit |
| It ain’t about the money it’s about gettin' quick |
| So I’ll probably get locked, cause I’m playing the strip |
| Since the QB spotted these corner flips, I ain’t trying to get knocked |
| Nigga that’s common sense, trying to be on top so I could represent |
| FULL A CLIPS to the death of me, I keep it moving with Cuban right next to me |
| It’s like destiny, no matter how tight shit get |
| He keeps blessing me, keep testing me, to change the whole recipe |
| Carry the choice live out the whole legacy |
| I can’t call it, if it’s ment to be, it’s ment to be |
| This ain’t a game my life is in jepardy, make sure you ready to die |
| Before you step to me, why you even telling me lies on ecstasy |
| Hatin' like you all that fire, I know as well I see |
| I zone on tracks, I’m lost in this earth were we at |
| The only source of money is crack, pertecting is gats |
| I’m hurting inside, look at my tacks it forced me to be a thug |
| With a heart to clap, I feel like a animal trapped |
| Up in this cage of life, fighting for freedom |
| Busting gats what we teach them |
| The young youth for good reasons, be smart |
| Braveheart, protect your family, let the rest starve |
| 6/15/76… I hit the earth |
| 11:22 thats the time my mom gave birth |
| A star was born, at the same time my heart was torn |
| Pops gone but fuck it doe cause life goes on |
| I gotta stand strong, I gotta make my moms proud |
| And make my grams laugh in heaven |
| Let her know I’m still counting the blessings |
| I rock a vest for protecting |
| And rock a nigga to sleep with a smith & wesson |
| A little gat have a big nigga undressing |
| My heart pure I spit raw, a flow like this, there’s no cure |
| I said I lose it put it on track, mash music in the thug form |
| That got the hood singing my song |
| lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaahh |