Real Ones

I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive

I got sticks inside the car, too many niggas dyin'

All these niggas like cassettes 'cause they be flippin' sides

Real ones dead and gone, that shit hard to find

You ain't even got a car but say that you would ride

You won't even ride for you so I know that you lyin'

I can tell you gon' switch, I see it in your eyes

Real ones gettin' rare, that shit hard to find

I've seen it all

And swear to god I almost did it too

Livin' close to the grave

Where you be if I'm not diggin' you

In touch with my feelings, won't touch again if I'm not feelin' you

Leave a nigga stressed

Like making beats with long interludes

If you only knew what I went through just to get here

Walkin' through the night, dangerous, couldn't see clear

Niggas say they got me on the way like they gon' be there

No longer in my circle, guess them niggas choose to be square

I had to learn a lesson

When you grow, ya friends will lessen

Right now I'm just debatin' is that a curse or a blessing

Niggas young and adolescent, they hating progression

Losers only mad because I got the winning method

I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive

I got sticks inside the car, too many niggas dyin'

All these niggas like cassettes 'cause they be flippin' sides

Real ones dead and gone, that shit hard to find

You ain't even got a car but say that you would ride

You won't even ride for you so I know that you lyin'

I can tell you gon' switch I see it in your eyes

Real ones gettin' rare that shit hard to find

Where the real niggas at the one that still believe in loyalty

Purple blood in my veins 'cause a nigga feel like royalty

Niggas slick as jeri curls

I'm shinin' just like some oil sheen

Rotten eggs with the blessing 'cause i swear the lord be spoiling me

Long blicks, hockey sticks, a nigga ready for the face off

A nigga hit a home run through the bases watch me take off

Man mother fu*k the money and the fame, I'm still gon' praise god

And all these idols with these titles I would never praise y'all

Not tryna be the best I'm just tryna share my story

Gettin' consolation prizes seven rings, no Robert Horry

Moe Shalizi like my Shaq, I pass the ball, he score it for me

Got like 45 hits and there's more in the inventory

I put 20 on the wrist just to feel alive

I got sticks inside the car, too many niggas dyin'

All these niggas like cassettes 'cause they be flippin' sides

Real ones dead and gone, that shit hard to find

You ain't even got a car but say that you would ride

You won't even ride for you so I know that you lyin'

I can tell you gon' switch I see it in your eyes

Real ones getting rare, that shit hard to find