This young kid around my way said he saw me spitting hard on The Deal
Then he asked me was my life real
I pinched myself like I think so I'm standing here breathing
He said "Nah you don't know what I'm meaning
Did you ever get shot, stabbed, been to jail?"
I said "Damn if I was dead or locked up in a cell, I'd be the man,"
He said, "You need some murder in your marketing plan,"
I laughed and said, "I have held a burner in my hand
And froze the fuck up 'cause I couldn't understand
Why God would give me power to put someone under land
I get what you saying
I used to be a fan
But fake rappers lost their appeal, is my life real?
I'm not sure block wars when I was younger I love my life to death
Never starved, felt hunger, coulda swore around my way I wouldn't make it through summer
And as dumb as I think you are son, I was dumber
That's real
My father was there
We lived on the 8th floor
He would clean floors and bathrooms I made more
Money out on the block than allowance
Until I found out the powder in my pouch wasn't flour
I'm just playing I knew I wasn't real not real like hard I was real like my Momma's real job
Is her life real? Waking up for work 45 years
When all I do is make sure my words come out clear
I had guns pointed at me but y'all missing the point
I played the shooting guard, three but now I'm missing a point
I need direction, ascension, I'm giving you joints
Songs, records and music with an image that's confusing
They say he's alright but he's not real what if you real but you not alright
How does that feel?
Have I shot? Have I killed? Did I rob? Did I steal? Not to get a record deal
Do I gotta walk around wit a game face all the time
Or try to imitate The Game's face when he rhymes?
That's me I don't think looking tough is tough
I can't front central booking was enough
I'm straight I'm good
Look, I can be real and be really out the hood
If you could you would
No legal income helped my self-endurance
For six years big fears no health insurance
I'm a Leo match wit Taurus's and flirt with Gemini's
Turn Virgos to whores but got cancer on my mind
That shit killed my pops
My fam says get a job, my fans won't let me stop
My music is not the hardest but it's me and I'm an artist
I lived, I cried, I hurt I'mma die
The kid looked in my eyes said, "Motherfucker damn
I just wanted to know if I should buy your album or Cam's
I'm downloading yours nigga you be kicking knowledge
Real niggas don't be finishing college,"
I said that's real talk