Real Talk Part 2

[Intro]
Yeah, it's Nter man
Real talk, part 2

[Verse]
It was like late night selling cold on the corner
Rather be inside on the couch with my daughter
See my son's face, think is this worth it?
All the dirt I'm doing like man is this worth it?
Gun on my waist cause the world a bad place
Riches to my happiness, keep em locked in a safe
We come from a place, normal just to sell drugs
I come from a place where it's normal just to carry guns
Work moved on the street to them fiends
Never talk to police, that's the code on the street
Watch you know about waking up to OD's?
Mumma foaming from her mouth, I know my family blame me
I was 10 like, last words like
"Ma I love you", and she turned off my nightlight
Woke up and my whole world came down
I used to talk to God but he left me alone now
Movin' fast 'cause the scales tell the time
Got me hooded up, I'ma go get mine
Got my gun loaded I'm addicted to crime
Everybody get down they look me in the eyes
The gang life no it ain't the life for me
I come from these gutters, I was raised in the streets
I'm fresh from the block with them dealers and the hustlers
Seen a man have it all to turn into a customer
That's the way it is and that's the way it goes
To think we did it all just to have nice clothes
To think we did it all just to have the latest phone
My drugs selling quick but it's still a broken home
Can't fix it, court I missed it
Now I'm on the run trapping hard gotta risk it
Lee, if you listening, it's you that I'm missing
Surprised you still alive with the way you've been livin' and
Phone calls and them tears start to pour
If I make it big Ima give it to you all
Take you out the trap and Ima put you in that rehab
Just to have my brother back it's something' that I need lad
They tell me Nter, "Why you rap sad for?"
I tell 'em "'Cuz, have you ever been so poor
So poor where your stomachs so sore
So poor you can't do it no more?"
And real shit lad this music saved my life
Talking to me pads saw me getting on the ice
My girl is my world 'cause she loved me through that poverty
Tells me baby don't stop and now there's no stoppin' me
No other rapper, don't ever think you're topping me
Make me turn this beef into murder, armed robbery
Cause Nter be the realest, fucked with drugs dealers
Product of the block turned a young killer fearless
And that's what it is, raised with them street kids
(This is what it is, raised with them street kids)

[Outro]
Young men fearless
Do them streets hear us
Just tryna climb out
That's all we tryna do man
Everyone got dreams
Just open your eyes and chase em'
Nter
Traprunnerz
Signin' off