Still Real

Lyrics

It's so depressin', uh
 Be the realest shit I ever wrote
 (Money and cars, bitches)
 Shit Is Real Part 2
 (Drugs)
 Modern day
 (Society you know?)
 See what it's like to walk in my shoes
 It ain't all fun and games
 (You heard?)
 Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson
 I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression
 My son Joey still slow, my mom's got cancer in her throat
 My big brother sniffin' dope
 Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me
 Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
 This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
 My baby mother think I grow doe out my ass
 It's like, how much fight I got left in me
 Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me
 But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat
 And Charlie sees the board in four more weeks
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to
 Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later
 Ain't nuttin' changed, niggaz still playa haters
 T S, the best that's done it, forever live and never front it
 Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "Run it"
 Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes
 Crowd the Coliseum to hear their favorite tunes
 Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
 The Angels came down, took my twin Big Pun
 Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world
 All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
 Hope your listenin', tell Ton' that we still missin' him
 I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to
 Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
 Even though you switched teams, man I'm praying for you
 We used to stay up all night countin' dollar for dollar
 You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
 Can't even rap the shit we did together
 You'd probably have me shackled locked down, doin' bids forever
 You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
 Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul
 How could a nigga that was clappin' in the streets
 Start yappin' to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
 Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
 I never once tried to hurt cha'll
 I'm just tryin' to do me, sell a few CDs
 Buy land in Miami and cop a new B, come on!
 Motherfuckers think it's sweet
 Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain
 You ain't never feel my pain
 You don't know what the fuck I'm goin' through
 Niggaz lookin' at me like, "He got it made"
 Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later
 My aunt a month later
 Like my fuckin' sister ain't in a coma right now!
 You motherfuckers don't know pain!
 Let's get one thing clear, money'll never buy you happiness
 My true niggaz walk with me now
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to
 You gotta walk, where I walked
 Bang where I bang
 Slang where I hang
 To get where I'm going to
 Stay where I stay
 Blaze who I blazed
 Pay dues, how I payed
 To get where I'm going to

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Song Details

Duration
04:10
Key
7
Tempo
172 BPM

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