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"The Real"

[Verse 1:]
I've been confused lately
Am I choosing the wrong path you know?
Life is a war and I'm losing my comrades by the minute
When you tripping follow will I get to finish, I don't know
I'm just wondering when will I ever blow
I was just another joke, but nobody got it,
But now these girls they wanna kick it something like in all it tell me what to do
When I really think I lost now, tell me how to feel
You can gang kick Roxby, hoppin on the grind
Something that you lads will never know about
On a road to riches but you know I took I closest route
Hand it to this rappin, if you hatin man you goin south
Flowing for forever still never suffer for the single drought,
Damn I know some people gonna read my shit
But sayin I ain't sick is like Jesus being an atheist
Chasing the paper my mind is pacing and racing
The illest kid up in the room and now I'm never gonna wait a minute.

Don't ever let somebody tell you: "you can't do something!"
Not even me.
You got a dream, you gotta protect it
People can't do something themselves they're gonna tell you, you can't do it
If you want something, go and get it! Period
You gotta protect it

[Verse 2:]
Vented to myself again,
I ask do these lyrics have a benefit,
And last I'm finally famous,
And now I've bate it then I flash right back to the present
Though we get her, we work hard to sun down and even beyond that
I ain't never getting sleep so I'm like an insomniac
When I'm back, sorry if I got sound track
And I ain't actin black just because I'm white in rap
The sickening stereotypes is stupid and ridiculous
I'm tryina reach the trap so I don't got no time for ignorance
I'm serious shots will be focused all over the Ace I spit
And now my skin color, ya'll are just a bunch of gimmicks
I'm not playin when I tell you this, my brain is 'bout to pop,
All these questions bout bullies that haven't picked me for months
I am chung with the smarts, I've made my bases as limited
Through the rain and the snow you know real is what I'm keeping it.

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