The Real

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Music really give street niggas a voice
It's either rap or trap, do I really got a choice?
They sell theyself short, for [?] and some [?]
Serving dimes and taking shots, rather take your's than take a loss
I still hear my grandmother's voice screaming at me till she get horse
Paied the cost to be the boss, and you pay what you [?]
You reep what you so, give me what you ohe
What goes around comes around, carma's something we all know
I got [?] say I ain't shoot a nigga before
Fuck scrapping in the street, going blow for blow
I lift a nigga off his feet, before I go toe to toе
I live by the code, nеver rat, never told
Never ran on my niggas, loyalty over hoes
We except a life we chose, when you real, then it shows
If you fake, you get exposed
Bitch I let my gun bang, my hood is a gun range
Skelitons up in my closet, rugs full of bloodstains
[?] man, I know my mama [?]
Tryna make it out this game, [?] chain
[?] the quire sing

[Verse 2 ?]
Tech low, tech blow, pussy niggas get exposed
Wipe them out clean, Dirty Harry bloody, the [?] closed
Over [?], so Vicious over the chef's stove
Armand hammer before they wittness one of the best flows
Niggas playing checkers, so strategic, [?]
I'm alive, ready to [?] you bitch ass rappers death ro
Better be ready for war, out here, niggas get left, ho
Leave him in the morg with a name tag on his left toe
Even though we aim for the brain, [?]
Gotta make sure the tip [?] enough to go through the vest though
Trapping from the benches, fiends sticking syringes
I promis it be a murder, you pussy niggas [?]
Twenty four seven hustle, that money's on my agenda
It's no remorse for you pussys, so fuck you if I offend you
We blessed to see twenty one, especially when money come
I can't afford to die now, I just bought me another gun

[Verse 3 ?]
Hard knock life for [?] even [?] for us
Too small for football, my jump shot was way off
Before I learned to whip, niggas told me bullshit
A whole lotta of [?] crumble once it hit the plate
You put a raiser to it, stuff it in the bag
Shit start to melting, gotta sell that thing fast
It's summertime, so you know the dice out
Niggas fronting, [?] they re-up getting wiped out
Ain't got the [?] just put it on the ground
[?] tryna lay the game down
I'm from the [?] the hardest part in the town
The other day my younging put my oldhead down
A charge without a [?], a regular weed sail
It's all about pride, I can see it all in his eyes
No breaks how they ride, it was [?] where he lied
I got the phone call, hoping that niggas lied
Now the strip hot, with [?] cops and homicide