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 aint even got a car but say that you would ride
You wont 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

Ive seen it all
And swear to god I almost did it too
Livin close to the grave
Where you be if Im not diggin you
In touch with my feelings, wont touch again if Im 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, couldnt 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 Im 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 aint even got a car but say that you would ride
You wont 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
Im 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, Im still gon praise god
And all these idols with these titles I would never praise yall
Not tryna be the best Im 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 theres 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 aint even got a car but say that you would ride
You wont 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