| That sounds beautiful, right there
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| What up Black Milk?
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| Detroit City, let’s go
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| Mama got bills, papa got ghost
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| My new father figure’s popping that toast
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| On the corner where the dopeman boast
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| Arguing who got the most
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| Barely got a pot for roast (Starving)
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| But always have pots for coke
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| When you’re broke the hood got jokes
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| A lot of brothers doing good got smoked
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| Many blood stains paint the ave
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| Makes you wonder what choice we have (Not many)
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| I chose not to take that path
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| I ain’t tryna feel the DEA’s wrath
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| So I push it on the freeway fast
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| Tryna see another b-day pass
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| Some think my success won’t last
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| Still I go hard and get cash
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| Since you don’t know
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| (It's Guilty you feel me, my foes wanna kill me, I can feel it)
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| One day you gotta go
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| (And I know but the dough got me dreaming of filthy, I’mma get it)
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| Since you don’t know
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| (Just pop in the disc and you gettin' the real me, I’m the realest)
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| My friend got killed, his girl got problems
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| She saw what happened when they robbed him
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| The block got eyes and ears
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| The strong survive so dry your tears
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| Be leery of the guys you speak with
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| Showing emotion is a sign of weakness
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| And that’s deep shit
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| Sometimes the ones you beef with are the ones you eat with
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| And that’s sad to say
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| I hate it that your friends gotta act that way
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| Money is the root when you stack that pay
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| They wanna do you like MLK
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| Catch you on the balcony, shoot you in the head
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| Face down dead, take all your bread
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| Haters got setups to murk the ballers
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| That’s why I had to make my circle smaller |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Real Me , by - Guilty Simpson. Song from the album Ode To The Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп