What’s Real

[Intro]
Capo
New angles
RIP the fallen, young and old

[Verse]
So tell me what's real, boy
It's been fucked on the roads, it's kind of gang-related
Videos getting posted, loose bruddas going H•A•M for pagans
Entertaining man online that's really never been out, but
I don't find it funny, 'cause any slip can be another dead
Laying down flowers every weekend by your brother's bed
On a real, though, the world's changing everyday, so
I don't even feel home, but I'm living, thinking out the rhythm
Fighting out the vision, tryna make the right decision
Up until like last year, I was stubborn, didn't listen
Then my thought pattern grew, I wanna make it out with you
'Cause there ain't nothing on the road, B, a lot of jail time
And hella coffins, the jakes now are mega on it, think twice before you're stepping on it
Badboy, cuh that's what you all wanna be, right?
You wanna feel like the man, stepping in them house parties
Where the gyal dem are rating, and all the fuckboys are hating, yeah?
Seems lively, but everybody grows up
And then your badboy expires, all the screwfaces tired, yeah
What? Living in some bad times
Where they do mad shootings to make a point, may the Lord guide
Everyday this bumpy road a test, we're tryna walk right
And avoid bad energy cuh that's the worst one
Bro, we ain't the same, I swear I said that from the first one
Life be a game you can't play and that's the weird thing
Me, I went jail, I came home with like some beard thing
Think about the world, know the problems that I'm fearing
It's real, boy
So, tell me, what's real, boy?
Same world but not the same vision
You can go on holiday, in physical it's the same prison
I can back a strap and start barking, that's your breh missing
I'd rather spray a metaphor that's technical and your brain's missing
Think about a God cry every time I hear the rain hissing
It's real, boy
Yeah, so tell me what's real, boy
I know it's hard in this world, but keep pushing, fam
Smash them goals down, them doubters can't even look at man
You're tryna turn your life around, that's when the devil turns back around
Keep it real and stay strong, my Gs
Stay pure and keep away them bad energies
Playing your life without a referee, wrong place can be the death of me
So tell me what's real, brudda
See me rolling with Nico cuh that's a real brudda
I try to open up and tell you how I feel, brudda
So, tell me, what's real, boy?

[Outro]
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