Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real, artist - NF.
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Song language: English
Real |
Agh! |
Yo |
Just get in that, you get in that head space, y’know? |
Woo! |
Somebody get the body bags? |
We gon' put the beats in 'em, nah |
Put the MCs in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eatin' 'em |
Get away from the table, you rappers ain’t hungry enough, you rappers ain’t |
hungry like us |
They talk about me like I’m here, they talk about you like you was, woo! |
That nurse came into my room, she told me I’m sick in the head |
I’m in hip-hop's hospital bed, with a pad and a pen and a brace on my neck |
They told me that I’m never leavin' |
Why? |
I am as ill as it gets |
Any rapper that say that they runnin' the game, I’ma come in they session and |
cut off they legs, woo! |
Strap a grenade to my head, pull out the pin, my music is mind blowin' |
Ain’t nobody do it like I do it |
You ain’t never been on my level, I got a problem with the way |
They keep on talkin', and actin' like everybody gonna get it |
Better sleep with your eyes open |
You wanna know what I noticed? |
Look around at my fan base and they ready (I see you!) |
That last album was heavy (I see you!) |
That last album was gritty |
How you gon' match that? |
Just let me- |
Do what I do best, you’re better off playin' Russian roulette |
Than comin' in a booth with me 'cause I get a little bit intense, I’m like, «Who's next?» |
Y’all better watch it, take a look at where the clock is |
It’s my time, this ladder of music that I climbed |
I took the machete, the game isn’t ready |
Them rappers, they comin' up on me, I cut off the ladder, and I told 'em, «Bye-bye"(Bye-bye) |
What, you lookin' for a high-five? |
Nice try! |
(Woo!) |
Do not believe everything that you read on the Internet |
I do not know who your dentist is, but he should clean out your mouth |
Don’t call me a sellout, that’s something I’ve never been |
I’ve been through Hell all my life though, but I know what Heaven is |
Father, forgive me, for I am a sinner, but You gave me music as medicine, woo! |
And nobody want a problem when they get in my zone, better leave me be! |
I’m a mean MC, better feed me rappers or feed me beats, agh! |
Feed me both of 'em, they like, «Nate, what’s it like to be famous?» |
Hahahahahaha, umm, I’ll let you know if I make it! |
(Yeah) |
I wonder what life would be like if I didn’t stick out my neck |
Two hundred dollars inside of my bank account, woo! |
I was livin' on that |
I need some money to pay for my rent, I need some money to pay for my gas |
I’m not complainin', I’m just bein' honest, I promise that I will not beg for |
respect, nah! |
I get so frustrated, take a look at what I’ve created |
Time is wasting, and I ain’t waiting |
I’m a doctor with no job, me, I don’t have no patience, I keep pacing- |
Back and forth, I keep racing |
You ain’t never been in my book and I got a problem with it, why? |
'Cause you actin' like you read my pages |
I wreck these stages, real talk, better give me space 'cause I am chasing |
Something they told me that I won’t make it, agh! |
I’m not famous, I’m just Nathan (Woo!) |
And I wonder how the world gon' take this |
They might hate it, but you know anything about me, you know that don’t mean |
I’m changin' |
'Cause you know I’m real with it, don’t care if you feelin' it, I’m feelin' it |
You don’t like it? |
Then deal with it |
And if God ain’t real, real isn’t |
Used to wonder why I existed, I exist in the world that’s real different |
And, «What you gon' be when you grow up, Nate?"I doubt they will get it |
My life is a mess, better watch your step when you step in it, some of this |
brain is off-limits |
I’m off in a world you don’t get, 'cause you ain’t ever been in it |
In ten minutes I still couldn’t explain what’s inside my brain, don’t mess with |
it |
I’ve invested a lot of me inside these lines, I’m just protectin' 'em |
Everybody wanna hear the real version of life, then don’t get so sensitive |
When I say something a little bit raw, I jot my thoughts and they call it «negative» |
You wanna know where my heart is? |
I stand out 'cause I wear my garbage |
I work my hardest and every time I look into the mirror I don’t forget about |
where I started, woo! |
Tell me, what am I doing here? |
Tell me, what am I doing here? |
Tell me, what am I, what am I doing? |
Mmm |
Tell me, what am I doing here? |
I said, what am I doing here? |
Tell me, what am I doing here, if |
I’m not being real, mmm |