The real

Verse 1
Young nigga watch me handle the flow
Yea i might just be an average joe
But rapping average, no
Dumb niggas copy average flows
And rap over lyrics acting at shows
Somehow they packing the show
Start to look like hip hop changed
Fake the new real, real the new fake
Don't know how much i can take
Man, they put a lot of shit on my plate
But eating rappers isn't up for debate
And put on for my state?
Man my state don't even know i rhyme
And i hardly ever go outside
I'm locked in the lab
Pen and pad; on the clock i grind
But the music got me lost in time
You won't change unless you find a reason to
Winners spring, sum'll fall
Thats what seasons do
Too seasoned not to go and put this flavor in your ear
Real g's know its what they wanna hear
They keep telling me

Chorus:
Bring the real back
All my people feel that
Stick this in ya tape deck
Bump it in ya 8 track
You know they gon' hate that
When we play that
You could keep the new shit
We gon take it way back
Bring the real back
All my people feel that
Stick this in ya tape deck
Bump it in ya 8 track
You know they gon' hate that 2x

Verse 2
And my wife knows all of my rhymes
Maybe cuz i rap em all of the time
I got a lot on my mind
And my son knows his daddy a g
Maybe one day he'll be rapping like me
Still i dream
Music always been my passion first
Sometimes i wish that i ain't have to work
Wish i could get paid doing shows;
Spitting raps in church
But still they passed him
Man some pastor's jerks
I ain't perfect either
Lyrics ain't all clean
Still i follow Elohim
I write to inspire like his words light a fire inside
Can't extinguish my desire to find
Something bigger than i
Eyes wide, heart open to see
Pride swallowed, man, this is me
I love God, love people
Man, that's all i can do
And on that subject
Yo, i wrote this for you
They keep telling me, "dude,"

Chorus