RealLife InRap

[CHORUS]

I hate y’all dudes
That get real life and rap confused
Don’t get it fucked up
And don’t get shot trying to be something you’re not
My niggas want war, what you think these guns for
[2X]

[VERSE 1]
A yo, you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy’s black dress is real
I only spit what I live
And I play my part
Feds know
You just talking burners ‘cause you’re A&R said so
Don’t play the game like it’s just to scrimmage
Don’t think that what you hearing is just an image
How your songs tough
You never spent a day in the bing
Niggas is moving they mouths
But ain’t saying a thing
How y’all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a court room is pressing charges
How you bagging up white
But won’t scrap in a fight
Shit
C’mon, man, shit ain’t adding up right
When shit’s thick what you gonna do with that pound
Well real recognize real
You must be new in this town
All I’m hearing is another nigga’s life over tracks
And you lames ain’t willing to lose your life over that

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 2]
Look, I’m tired of hearing about you rap dudes comin’ wit the guns
Never caught a body
Had the smell comin’ from the trunk
I’m tired of hearing about ya forced bust
‘Cause while I was cuffed on the up north bus
Y’all puffed on the tour bus
All those stories about you getting money wit gangsta
Guess what
The shit is pretty funny to gangstas
I’m tired of hearing about that gat in ya boot
‘Cause when it’s said and done and you finish that rap in your booth
It’s back to the truth
And ya chin is glass, thug
And you never outside
You’s a in the lab, thug
Pen and pad thug
It sounds good
You ain’t pushih’ work in ya projects but you spittin’ ‘bout it
When you work on ya project
Clown, answer back
You never seen the hammers flash
Just photo shoots when the cameras flash
All I’m hearing is another nigga’s life over tracks
And you lame, ain’t willing to lose your life over rap
Huh!

[CHORUS 2X]

[VERSE 3]
You got rap beef between rappers
They be all thug
They see each other in the street and dap
It’s all love
What stories ain’t yours about the pounds ya man got
Only time you move bricks is when the soundscan drop
You ain’t never cook nothin’ by that kitchen sink
And the only time you’ve been behind bars
Was fixing a drink
You actin’ a fool
Got real life and rap confused
Wit them 10 o’clock songs
You just rappin’ the news
But I ain’t mad at cha flow
He tryin’ to stack his dough
But everybody’s a thug until them ratchets show
Them same dudes that rap about it
They get stuck for all the ones
And if everybody’s a killer
Where the fuck is all the punks
And I hope you getting ya loot
Just remember what you spit in the booth
There’s other people that’s living proof
Y’all cats wit all the mouth
Just stay in ya lane and pray that the real nucca
Don’t decide to call you out
I might

[CHORUS]