Steel Toes

[Hook 1]
What's your definition of real, bro?
Who calls you your brother, and who's your real bro?
Who tells you they love you, and who's for real, though?
And whose eyes on your dollar, dollar bill, yo?
Nah, think about it for real, bro
If you was nobody, would they still wanna chill, though?
They couldn't benefit from you, would y'all be still close?
I know all about it
Take a walk in my steel toes

[Verse 1]
Local celebrity
Everybody wanna be friends with me
Especially if they rap or do anything
Where I could be help to their movement
Like, "Will you shout-out my business, or share my music?"
Oh, and, big fan as well!
Man, shut the fuck up!
You know DAMN well why you messaging me, dude!
You wouldn't support anything I do
If, in return, it wasn't benefitting you!
Cut the fake shit!
They just want that association
Thinking I'm in some type of position, well, I could make 'em famous
So they try to act all buddy-buddy with me
I'm like, "Bruh, you probably make more money than me!"
But they're starving for attention
Lost so many friendships
Since these days, respect goes synonymous with jealous
I can smell it from a mile away
Smile in my face and act like my best friend, but wouldn't give a FUCK if I died today!
Shit, you'd probably capitalize off it!
Facebook statuses: I can just imagine it
"Rest in peace to my brother Pat Stay. You'll be sadly missed
A thousand likes, I'll drop an unreleased track we did."
Huh! I can't even lie, it hurts, dawg
But funny thing is, I'll still help them, though
I got a big heart, it's a gift and a curse
Life's a bitch, depending how much you dig in her purse
That's real, bro

[Hook 2]
What's your definition of real, though?
Who calls you your brother, and who's your real bro?
Who tells you they love you, and who's for real, though?
And whose eyes on your dollar, dollar-? Ha!
But fuck money for real, though
'Cause you could be ballin', and still feel broke
You ain't my real bro, for real, bro
That's the definition of real