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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Clifford Pope
Songwriter
Dwight E Grant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cashflow
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Now I'm living with a purpose, I ain't perfect
Allah got me, ain't spend too much time in churches
This from the heart, I ain't spend too much time rehearsing
I was really thinking rob before I purchase
I was really thinking God, these **** thirsty
Paranoid around soft ****, they make me nervous
Clutching a pistol around these clowns, this shit a circus
If you knew my life, you would understand I deserve it
Nobody gave me shit, told me I was worthless
Felt like I was cursed until the day that paper surfaced
It's a reason why me and Beans can relate in person
I'm cut from that cloth, all that talking will get your murdered
I relapsed on that juice, them Percocets be testing me
Plus your bitch keep texting me, I ain't attracted sexually
These **** selling blow up, got the fiends frustrated
Tryna get this dough up, package on me, ratchet on me
Tell me what your life like 'cause mines is real
Everything signed and sealed, my mind on pills
****'ll rat on they own mother, they see that time get real
Teddy bears and candle lightings give your moms the chills, for real
[Verse 2]
As far as I can remember, I been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes, but I don't feel none
[Verse 3]
Just like these wack-ass rappers, I can't feel one
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
[Verse 4]
Pressure's on once again, but I embrace it
I weathered though the storm before, I'm never breaking
I do this for the youth in the Matrix who won't make it
I tell 'em every knock is a boost, remain patient
But every move he make is calculated through his hunger
It's sad to say shorty might not make it through the summer
His mom turned tricks for a fix, the pills strung her
He only met his pop through flicks and a jail jumper
His stomach empty, but his clip full
He pop Xannies by the fistful, drink syrup and skip school
Pants hanging off his ass, ain't been in the bath
I try to steer 'em right 'cause I hate to see him crash
Tell him just stay in his lane and remain humble
You bound to get hit in the game, just don't fumble
I seen Gs drop the ball and straight crumble
Just know, if your aunt had a dick, she'd be your uncle
What your life like? ****, mines is real
No if, mights, maybes, probably, wills
I blow your fuckin' head off with that revolver steel
I shot a **** on tour, got that revolver still
Know when you fuckin' with the Bully, you involved with real
I put your body somewhere, they won't solve your kill, ****
You need to stop it, thinkin' Mac won't pop it
Have your mom in all black out casket shopping
[Verse 5]
It's the Broadstreet Bully and Dave East, yeah, we playin' for keeps
These **** dressin' like freaks and they callin' it "fleek"
These **** be signing sheets, plus they callin' police
Know every **** in the ghetto ain't involved in the streets
We ain't really into the games, we gon' rest you to peace
Pull something big out, give you a long kiss on the cheek
Who ready to die? Sky's the limit, who want beef?
I was a bad boy before I repped the R-O-C
This ain't nothin' new, shit, this just what the fuck we do
We like No Limit Soldiers and ****, I'm that true
The reason, the solution, ****, I'm that, too
Whoever stuck to the realness, then I'm that glue
It's a war goin' on outside you ain't safe from
You can play Superman, and get your cape hung
We don't start no shit and we don't take none
We just 100% until our day come
[Verse 6]
As far as I can remember, I've been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes, but I don't feel none
[Verse 7]
Just like these wack-ass rappers, I can't feel one
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
[Verse 8]
As far as I can remember, I've been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes, but I don't feel none
[Verse 9]
Just like these wack-ass rappers, I can't feel one
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
[Verse 10]
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
You said you wanted the real back, well, here it come
Written by: Clifford Pope, David Brewster, Dwight E Grant