Ten Toes Down / Hard Being Real

I mean, I been through some shit in my life

Like most **** would break from it

Yeah, it's so hard bein' real

It's so hard bein' real

Swear it's so hard bein' real

It's so hard bein' real

I sold my soul to the devil and the price was cheap

Yes it's cold on this level, 'cause it's twice as deep

Codeine and them percs make me fight my sleep

High school, you know I use to sell white for sneaks

See murders up close and I played a part

Can't swim in the waters if you afraid of sharks

Beam on the strap like I'm afraid of the dark

When I die they fuck around try to frame my heart

I swear you wouldn't find another

When it's war I'm tryna find his mother

Let the ladders climb his brother

I ain't worried scoob I got it covered

Hold up, they drag my name in the mud and my white robbins

People I really love I heard that they plotting

Free dink I heard the feds got 'em

If it's a problem k a a shot 'em, speak your mind ****

Snick's pussy not my ****

I think you really tryna die ****

I could set it up

My lil homie with a mask come and wet you up

When it's on ain't no lettin' up

Lately I been gettin' to the cake

I let some fuck **** in but that was my mistake

I put a stop to that shit like I hit the brakes

And sha switched up on me so I gave him space

When you got shot man, I was your crutch

'Cause loyalty is never enough

Fuck, got the car you got hit and I just grabbed it still

By myself and I went on the drill

True story, I'm one of a kind

I know my kind is so hard to find

Even drop some tears when I heard the **** lost his mom

Told him we could share mine

Guess the **** lost his mind

We used to rob ****, shoot ****, talking all the time

Argue like brothers 'cause brothers argue all the time

Let me set this a little bit

Still pourin' liquor for my fallen soldiers

Gettin' drunk till I'm falling over

Keep the strap on me daily, you will die if a **** try to play me

This fake shit is hard to digest

Facing all this time I lost my brother in the process

Plus I got **** hatin' on me for my projects

Giving head shots, nothing lower than your biceps

Fuck the ops, you know how it work

I pop a perc then go berzerk and put 'em on a shirt

Put 'em on a shirt

Pop, pop you go berzerk, you put 'em on a shirt

I ain't tweetin' if we beefin' I just tell the shooters eat 'em when they see 'em

Yeah, knock on your door like I'm house keeper

Leave the house sleeping

Hold up, shooters with me

All star weekend

Had your bitch with me all weekend

Pussy on splash and her head game decent

And you the type that's still gon' cuff her like the precinct

Speaking of precinct, **** wanna see me locked up

ET he a rat, he would probably give his pops up

Catch me in the clubs twisting fingers, throwing blocks up

Free the homie reak west side **** what's up?

Hate when **** watch us, wrist all rocked up

Team full of shooters, how the fuck they gon' stop us?

All that hyper active shit you doin' get you chopped up

Really know these ho ass ****, they are not tough

I'm from the city that will be glad to hate you

You could give 'em maid, dang they still be ungrateful

Stuck with me through the rain then I want to thank you

Had a bitch to say Albee Al I had to hate you

She stopped caring about herself

Stopped going to work and stopped worrying about her wealth

Turned her back on me and she thought that that would help

Now she in my inbox tryna tell me how she felt

See it's hard being a real bitch

If it was easy I ain't one to duh, duh

Now me and my shorty on this right kite

It's the ground like you bitches blood

Hard being real, oh it's so hard bein' real

I swear it's hard being real

It's so hard bein' real

I'm real, I'm real, I'm real, I'm real stuff

I'm real stuff

It's so hard bein' real

Rest in peace to Jamel