Текст песни Realest of the Real - Ka-Flame

Yea
I'm back
You know what's up nigga
I gave yall a lot of months to recuperate
I mean
I dropped the Art'sonist on these nigga's what last May
Hell yea
See yall done had time nigga
And it's time for me to kill all that fake shit yall put out
Let's get it
I'm the realest of the real

Now hoe you know ain't no stopping me
They trying but can't copy me
In line like they blocking me
They blind but obviously
A fact that they missing on a mission they trying to rhyme
Higher positions in my prime since 99'
The one they trying to find but I be off the grid
They running from the truth yea they often hid
We ain't letting shit slide though you often slid
Now they say they want smoke like they done bought some cigs
Man I feel like it's a joke they just talking big
Scared to catch a fade bitch we'll go cross ya wig
Say you keep it gangster well we thought you did
In actuality check the shit you taught the kids
It's fucking up the game mane they be on the same thang
Shorty wanna be a thug or either trying to gang bang
I maintain to keep it raw and keep it solid
Yo favorite rapper can't compare his ass will get demolished I swear

It's time we separate the real from the fake
They say they really can't relate to my tapes
This the realest of the real
I pay the price when I get on the mic
Can't you tell that I give this shit life
The realest of the real
Born to die yet we hoping to live
Ain't hard to tell yea you know what this is
This the realest of the real
I give them game but they claiming I don't
So this time I'ma give them what they want
The realest of the real

They always capping till their caps get pealed
I know they'd rather have my raps concealed
They want me broke instead of stacking mills
Despite my flow I never had a deal
The name's Flame never had no chill
Could give a damn how these rappers feel
Was 17 and already paying half the bills
Traumatized by the drama we survived it every summer
Me and Keshia we were on the southside with our momma
Chasing after comma's living in conditions
Just to get paid Aunt Mae made decisions
Stealing from her husband who was pushing that dope
She was selling on the low to help out me and my folks
That was back in 94' when folks was on that thug shit
Lost everything cause that's the year when that flood hit
Had us drowning in the pain and sorrow
They showing love to you today but they change tomorrow
Real talk nigga

It's time we separate the real from the fake
They say they really can't relate to my tapes
This the realest of the real
I pay the price when I get on the mic
Can't you tell that I give this shit life
The realest of the real
Born to die yet we hoping to live
Ain't hard to tell yea you know what this is
This the realest of the real
I give them game but they claiming I don't
So this time I'ma give them what they want
The realest of the real

I'm the one that's bringing real skills
Your favorite rapper talking shoot them up and kill kill
Or selling drugs or they bragging bout the loot
I'm talking real life behind the mic I keep it true
25 years nothing left to prove
Now that my album out it ain't nothing yall can do bitch
But respect it they trying to neglect it
Shit been getting hectic
Flow sick get too close you'll get infected