Be Real

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

Comin' up as a child all I seen was hell

Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail

I came robbin' and kickin' in doors

Then went from a half to sellin' ten O's

But ya see shorty, my mom was a G

She made it real easy for my sister and me

She did what she had to do

And got on the damn grind like a **** would do

Talkin' about pimpin', oh, she did that too

I got robbed because an old **** took all my loot

And I was just 12 years old goin' on 13, which made me bold

That's why I think my heart is so cold

I give a fuck about none of you hoes

All you fake thugs think about is grillin' with gold

Replacin' yo does, shawty, and cakin these hoes

I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin' these hoes

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it (tell 'em)

Nobody loves me, so I guess I stay to myself

A **** thankin' 'bout change contemplatin' my death

Feel my pain as it rains all over a ****

And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

Fuckin' **** up on the daily if they didn't pay me

**** pulling guns on me damn near drove me crazy

Young **** went to school just to sell some dope

A lil crazy ass **** with a knife in his coat

And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially

Momma swung on a ****, I stabbed a bitch in the head (****)

I don't scratch my head unless it itches

And I don't smoke unless I'm busting at you hating bitches

****, we were bred to die, don't be asking me why

I'll rather hustle in the cold cause **** praying with fire

All the childhood issues when the Devil's out to get you

Got my mind on my gun and I shall pull pistol

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

Bo Hagon

You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole

Your mind, body, and soul

And leave you in a ditch, cold, with no shoes and clothes

Be waitin' for the trash collector

Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector

They'll kill you over thirty dollars

I seen a man cut with a dirty bottle, blood squirted on his shirt and collar

I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit

And to this day, momma thought I was up at the park

While she was at the church praising the lord

I made it through amazingly unscarred

She had to be praying, because I made it by the graces of God

A product of hard times, I spit hard rhymes

Bible in one hand, the other hard iron

Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

Grab your piece of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it

If you a thug my ****, then be a thug

If you sell drugs my ****, then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it, be trill about it

And don't say shit if you can't be real about it