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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Caesar Frazier
Caesar Frazier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
Taylor Dow
Taylor Dow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Jared Robbins
Jared Robbins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Common
Common
Executive Producer
Derek Dudley
Derek Dudley
Executive Producer
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do, ha, yeah
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
People walk and talk in they sleep
Cold sweats and wet dreams
On how to get green, our faith is all in a jeep
Black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother
Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region
Through the pain, wish they know that God was just teachin'
We want decent homes
So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones
Just to keep 'em on
It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong
Somehow through the dust, I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs
For the real people
I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryna and pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat blacks, I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God, searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge
They say the dope game is sour
Now they doin' homework, that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
Must be more than paper these **** hurt for
Through the purple haze, I circle days to rhyme and work that pays
Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality
Heard that it's drama at home
Can a dude break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief it's the games nature
When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's real people
Black men walkin' with white girls on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I know they moms
Told to go beyond the surface, a person's a person
When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen
The weary cursin' the sky, talkin' to themselves
Givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live across from it, some of it I do be in
I be showin' **** lives like UBN, It's real people
Yeah
For you and yours
G.O.O.D. Music
Forever
Yeah
Rock on
We keep on
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
The real...
Written by: Caesar Frazier, Kanye West, Lonnie Lynn
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