《Be Real (Chopped & Screwed|Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:03] If you a thug my ni**a be a thug

[00:00:05] If you sell drugs my ni**a then sell drugs

[00:00:17] If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

[00:00:27] And don't say sh*t if you can＇t be real about it

[00:00:52] [Verse 1

[00:00:56] Comin up as a child my city was hell

[00:00:59] My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail

[00:01:03] I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old

[00:01:10] But ya see shorty, My mom was a G

[00:01:14] She made it real easy for my sista and me

[00:01:17] She did what she had to do, and got out the damn crowd like a ni**a would do

[00:01:24] Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too

[00:01:28] I got robbed and this old ni**a took all my loot

[00:01:32] And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell d**e

[00:01:39] I gives a f**k about none of you hoes

[00:01:43] All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors

[00:01:48] (shorty)and cakin these hoes

[00:01:50] Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

[00:01:59] [Chorus

[00:02:04] [Verse 2

[00:02:22] Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself

[00:02:25] A ni**a thinkin bout change comtemplating my death

[00:02:29] Fell my pain as it reigns all over a ni**a

[00:02:32] And the only way i can get away is w**d and liquor

[00:02:37] Fukin *z up on the daily if they didnt pay me

[00:02:40] *z pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy

[00:02:43] Young ni**a went to school just to sell some d**e

[00:02:47] A lil crazy a**ni**a wit a knife in his coat

[00:02:50] And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially

[00:02:54] Moma swung on a ni**a, i stabbed the b**ch in her head (ni**a)

[00:02:58] I dun scratch my head unless it itchs

[00:03:01] An i dun smoke unless i＇m bustin at you hatin *s

[00:03:04] Ni**a we was brave to die, don't be askin me why

[00:03:09] Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz *z sprayin wit fire

[00:03:25] All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen

[00:03:50] Got my mind on my gun and I＇m finna pull a pistol

[00:04:02] You see the streets, they＇ll shallow you whole, mind body and soul

[00:04:07] And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes

[00:04:11] Waitin for the trash collector

[00:04:13] Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector

[00:04:17] They＇ll kill you over thirty dollars

[00:04:19] I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar

[00:04:25] I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget

[00:04:28] Ran home, watched cartoons and ain＇t said sh*t

[00:04:32] And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)

[00:04:35] While she was at the church praising the lord

[00:04:38] I made through amazingly unscarred

[00:04:41] She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god

[00:04:45] I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes

[00:04:49] Bible in one hand, the other hand 9

[00:04:53] Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

[00:04:56] Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

[00:05:19] [Chorus -2X