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Real life (you know I've just become a man, it come with that)
Real life (no, no, no other way man this shit is serious)
(Real life) this ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
I ran around that jailhouse every day with a real knife
Yeah I'm a street nigga, but Jizzle got a heart made of gold
I tried to preach to these youngsters, street life ain't the way to go (ah, ah)
I was only 12, I lost my daddy, both of my grannies (granny)
It took a minute to understand what that did to my family
I knew I'd be dead or in jail, if Sam and B ain't grab me
I terrorized my neighborhood, pant stick and pistol packin'
Will still be here to tell my story, this shit a blessin'
It really took that 12 and a half for me to learn my lesson
It really took that Federal B for me to get the message (I got it)
I was in these streets neck deep, nothin' no one could tell me (nobody)
I was an adolescent runnin' round with convicted felons
I've been doin' this shit so long when a nigga fake I could smell it
I never stamp a nigga as real if he's never been tested (never)
Fuck, if he hustle good, how he gon' respond under pressure?
I read a nigga and a bitch good off that first impression (the first one)
I'm cut from that cloth they make real loud and it ain't no question
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
I walked around in jail every day with a real knife
I gave my life to the streets early, they didn't think I would make it
I was on the porch watchin' niggas get money and I could taste it
Rest in peace, Moogie, he taught me a lotta shit, my dog was ballin'
Haters in our own hood lined him up, I swear that shit was awful
They robbed and killed him, set the house on fire with his kids in it
That wasn't a kid's business, how you ain't leave the kids livin'? (How?)
I don't be capin' kids who grew up in a real trenchin' (real trench)
Some shit I did a lot, I witnessed most of it was senseless (senseless)
I reminisced about the past and I just crossed my heart
It's hard to trust my closest friends, that's how I lost my father
Always kept tellin', dude, don't make the mistakes your daddy made
I'll kill and die for them, let's put that on my daddy grave
These streets is dangerous, game fucked up, this shit is wicked
Gotta know that slip ain't count, nigga this shit get tricky
I walk like, can't afford to let no suckers get me (I can't)
I ride first, every time I stand, nigga I stand on business (I do)
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
I walked around in jail every day with a real knife
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
This ain't no joke, this ain't no game, nigga this shit real life
I walked around in jail every day with a real knife
Man these niggas, talkin' 'bout shizzle ain't no mother fucken gangster
Nigga life ain't bullshit, fucked up (real life)
I been standin' on what's real ever since I was little nigga
Legit, real life



Авторы: Christopher Noel Dorsey, Daniel Lebrun, Archie Patmore, Mo Mingus Willems, Alex Tanner Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Songs Of Cash Money, Chopper City Music Publishing, Reservoir 416, Payday Empire Music


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Альбом Freedom of Speech (Deluxe)
дата релиза
19-09-2025




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