[Verse 1: Futuristic]
They want something real, something to feel
Here go the deal, y'all gotta chill
You all on my neck, you all in my grill
Like this ain't enough
My nigga you suck, go back to the crib
Back to the way that you rap when you struggle so bad
Had a gun to your head on the bridge
But what about you?
How you still ain't changed?
Throwing dirt on my name as soon as I grow
You hate me the most
Wish that I was the same, the same as you are
Down in the dumps
Down on my luck, doubt on myself
Broke as a joke, testing my health
Running thru bottles and dwelling my sorrows
With women around me who fuck me to leave
Crushing these pills doing line after line lace the joint with the coke while you sipping' codeine
Abusing the people you love 'cause you scared to yourself and what you might eventually be
You just give up 'cause the failure occurring too much, let me tell you that's never been me
I hit the bottle with pencils and motival visuals the coke of the kid with the stand
I dropped a song and it's the truth seems like sometimes you don't care
I keep on going don't worry 'bout tainted opinions, the others they ain't there
I keep it real even if It gets different, I spit how I'm living and keep them aware
They want something real, something to feel
Here go the deal, y'all gotta chill
You all on my neck, you all in my grill
Like this ain't enough
My nigga you suck, go back to the crib
Back to the way that you rap when you struggle so bad
Had a gun to your head on the bridge
But what about you?
How you still ain't changed?
Throwing dirt on my name as soon as I grow
You hate me the most
Wish that I was the same, the same as you are
Down in the dumps
Down on my luck, doubt on myself
Broke as a joke, testing my health
Running thru bottles and dwelling my sorrows
With women around me who fuck me to leave
Crushing these pills doing line after line lace the joint with the coke while you sipping' codeine
Abusing the people you love 'cause you scared to yourself and what you might eventually be
You just give up 'cause the failure occurring too much, let me tell you that's never been me
I hit the bottle with pencils and motival visuals the coke of the kid with the stand
I dropped a song and it's the truth seems like sometimes you don't care
I keep on going don't worry 'bout tainted opinions, the others they ain't there
I keep it real even if It gets different, I spit how I'm living and keep them aware
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