[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)
(Killer goin' crazy)
(Juppy on the beat)
[Verse]
Used to laugh and watch dope heads wig offers from my face when I was younger
Plenty shit I witnessed, from grandma house, I struggled
Sat back and learned the game watchin' hustlers hustle
And that's what taught me how to hustle
Off the muscle, get it how to live in the gutter
Watch my mama shed tears, stressin' over bills that she couldn't pay
Pops did ten years behind a wall, couldn't see my sister face
Dump diеd, whole family cried, I gave all my tеars away
Still reminiscin' my old days
Time flew by, everything changed
Wish I can go back to my old ways
Ain't nothin' the same, I seen everything change
But, I'm still waitin' on better days
I was still outside after dark, lookin' at the streetlights
Mama say, "Come inside," but I'm thuggin', I can't seem to think right
On my Ps and Qs at all times, unc' taught me 'bout the street life
Used to run it with Charlie Ray, now he gone, his words turned on my light
Miss Gaulden treated me like one of hers, now she high in the sky
I had to watch my grandma suffer day before that she died
Hard times made me who I am
I been tryin' lately, but life unfair
I done been through the most and hurt the most, I try
But, I just can't let my feelings go
I tend to lose my mind sometimes, behind a mic', I cope
Still alive, I can't complain 'bout shit, could've died years ago
Got a few partners and all the corpse and shit back years ago
Never knew Linea did dope
Uncle dimed me, it came from somethin' to nothin', now he posted in front that store
Don't put your trust up in these hoes, it won't get you nowhere, but down at your lowest
Real is rare, I can tell you that, it's hard to find
It ain't no love out here until you die, in your face they tell lies
In disguise, they don't fuck with you even if they say they do
For what you
They only around for what you givin', they don't give a fuck about you
I kept it a hundred with niggas that switched up, but I already knew that they was comin'
Loyalty or nothin', got somethin' to prove
Ain't finish school, but I'm street-smart, I passed everything I been through
It seem like options come with problems, somethin' you can't choose
Either you win, or you lose
How you livin', what you do is all reflectin' on you
Everything overdue, God know the truth, they ain't really down for you
Might try to snake you out for what you got, got to watch who 'round you
Young nigga probably plottin' for your spot
You own people say they love you, probably rather see you die
Sendin' parents to the sky
I really live a hard knock life, had to learn my wrong from right
Bro died in the field tryna earn his stripes
Remember them cold nights
Sleepin' on the pallet I mad eon the floor, highlight of my life
Used to ride my bike barefooted through the hood, nah, it ain't all good
Wishin' I could bing back Ben back, if I could, then I would
I was raised in poverty where niggas get shot from tryna beef
Shit ain't easy like it always seem, I seen the realest niggas turn fake
Believe what you believe
They leach when they see you on yo' grind
When you down, they ain't around, know what to find
Another nigga real as me
[Outro]
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(Henry, you ate this one)
(Killer goin' crazy)
(Juppy on the beat)
Real Life was written by Lil Dump & Juppybeats & Killer Garth.
Real Life was produced by Juppybeats & Killer Garth.