Lyrics Real - Jordo Bandz

My life never been easy
No one promised me a thing
But I'll never stop striving
Till I reach my hopes and dreams Rapping is my passion
Yeah it's all I really know
First I get inside the booth
And I just let it all go
Emotions flying in the booth
All I know is spit the truth
Clips longer than flute
Turn fruity niggas to some juice make no mistake I get cake
Houston Texas to the bay
I don't play
I ain't a toy
Bars destroying all you boys
Gas loud
Hear the noise
Strapped up for the war
Sipping drank
From the pint
Double cup with the ice
Orange Fanta or a sprite
Backwood I need a light
Pass the Dutch to the left
Diamond watch look like meth I Smoke a lot ion stress
Kevlar on my vest
Rocks on legs
Truey beanie on my head
Big clips full of lead
Leaving white T's red
Yeah you heard what said
And feel what I mean
Money all really want I'm running to It like a fiend
Can't let nobody in between
Member seeing mama struggle to Buy us the finer things
Now I show her all love
Put her in designer jeans
To show my son his daddy love him I'll prove it by any means do this shit For my fam
Show em I can take the lead
I know that I will succeed
I promise Ima different breed
Can't stop pressing these niggas I Can't let a nigga breathe
Money all I really need
But the game what I want
I know the devil Tryna taunt
I'm laughing at him nonchalant
Circle small like a spec
Keep a cross around my neck
Angels always watching over
Got it tatted in my flesh
Yeah They saying that I'm blessed
Yeah They Tryna stop my shine
That's why I never take a rest
And I gotta keep a vest