Brotha’s Tryin’ To Be

Verse 1
In the morning when I wake
For breakfast Rolling Rock and steak
And my brothers on his way in a classic
Me and my girl smoke a tree before I leave home
Hold the fort down, baby be here when I get home
Me and the crew, we meeting up at the studio
Drop a few lines, oh my, look at the time
Man how it flies when you're having fun
Good grog got me tipsy but I'm still making brewed rhymes
But wait, why these tough guys be swearing that they killers?
Got they eyes closed while they squeezing on the trigger
Misrepresent this G, sir please
Get gone with your game, you can't last it
You fake, and transparent, like plastic
Whatchu gonna do when we come through?
Disrespect your girl and beat up you?
Backhand your man, kick down the door
And snatch the remote out ya momma's hand
Live your life young man
Mamma say mamma saw her son get popped
What's the cause of death?
Too often brothers trying to be something that he's not

Verse 2
Please talk shit so we can take it in stride
If it wasn't for ho shit real niggas wouldn't shine
And I'm gleamin', steamin' cause you can't break us down
A long way from home, spittin' on the mic
And we ripping on our (record scratch) Bad Boy, Outkast, Geto Boys
Ain't no limit to my Flip Squad
Watch your mouth when you talking bout the sons of God
I pray to the Lord to please guide my path
Kill my transgressions and release your wrath
I'm fresh out this joint, back on the block paranoid
With a fistful of rocks
My homie Twin is gone, it was a freak accident
Memories of the times, damn life was the best

Verse 3
I'm real and you fake
You cake and I'm steak
I gorilla, you monkey
How dare you even part your lips and try to front me
Imma take it in stride
If it wasn't for the weakness the strong wouldn't survive
If it wasn't for the the fake the real wouldn't be live
Who keep your mind tingling with the rhymes and reasoning?
Who keep these cats coming and the cops at bay?
You make a two-time felon want to commit a crime
You on the crime hotline dropping a dime
You getting treated worse than a bastard child
Kids be real, come on now