The Real (F3)

[Verse]

How my mom gone pay the bills when these jobs ain't hiring?

Metal keep firing, the hood's getting tiresome

Why the fuck you think I go so hard when I'm writing it?

Tryna feed the kids, the narcs striking us like lighting

My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40

By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40

Called me yesterday, told me he pleaded, they caught him

Couldn't beat it, co-defendants was telling our lawyer

I don't spit for the kids, spit it how it is

Why would I tell you something different? this is how I live

How I came up junkies shooting their brains up

Niggas letting them things bust all over the same stuff

Heard the nigga killed my dad still walk in these streets

So what the fuck you think gone happen he walk into me?

Walk into murder, Glock walking the 33

Cause when that nigga kill my pop it's like he murdered me

Upstate nightmares dreams of getting rich

Got me grinding like a fiend tryna get his fix

All they hustle for is clothes tryna to get a whip

These young boys think you good if you get it brick

Try to tell them niggas chill, chill don't pay the bills

But how you gone pay the bills if you got a will?

And how you gone feed your kids if you got a bid?

But I can't blame them its the same shit that I done did

Be the ones close to you wanna do the most to you

Blink your eye, turn around, nigga got the toast to you

On some Rico shit, my nigga's 21 and got the Rico hit

Niggas will kill their own homies on some Nino shit

For the love of the green and the American dream

For the love of the money seen hysterical things

Niggas will serve their own moms if she ask for a beam