Текст песни Real is Back - Priest

Don't tell me I'm lucky cuz man I knew when I began
And don't call me a real one cuz bitch I knew when I was 10
I was still rockin my pull-ups paintin pictures with my pen
And oh yeah from time to time I used to wrestle with my friends
But this rappin shit was different I got this shit from my father he was gifted
Paintin pictures with the words that he had written
Been 20 years in the makin
Its my time and I'm gon take it
Aint no reason I should ever shy away from greatness
See the apple don't fall too far
I was out there rappin on the school yard
You niggas laughed but now look bitch I'm too hard
Now look at you niggas rappin
Everybody actors
Everybody claimin that they zippin up another pack up
Everybody toatin pistols
Everybody in that whip too
Everybody cappin in they raps and think that shit cool
Don't nobody wanna feel don't nobody say what's real no mo
Everybody wanna kill ain't nobody finna heal us tho
But I can't give less of a fuck about what niggas do
Cuz it's a bag you didn't have that I can get into
This timeless shit ain't just some shit I say this how a nigga livin
I paint pictures and lift spirits you oughta listen
You only see me workin with other niggas that's worth hearin
Yes I always been this handsome still don't speak on my appearance
No I don't always have the answers but I'm still up in the building
Reminiscent of miss Tabby how I say this shit with feeling.

And don't dare hit me for features you ain't nowhere near my equal
Sometimes yall make me wonder what they puttin in yall reefer
Hopin yall can take a hint like do it even make sense
Yall really think yall
Pen truly fuckin with my pen
And all my niggas real nice and even they know that they can't
But all them niggas made me better give a shoutout to the camp
Sorry to all of them niggas that can't play a better hand
But I make these niggas never wanna hear yo shit again
And don't you run from it
I guarantee that shit is comin either way
You hide behind facade but I'm standing in front of either face
He don't compare to me so I don't even want him he's a fake
I bet my last that he don't survive in the slums at least a day
But I can't knock a nigga art cuz I can vibe with anything
But when it's real you can feel it
When it's fake it kinda sting
Like how yo niggas let you walk into that and cap
When yo family at home hear it know it ain't no facts
They listen to yo shit like "where was I at"
And it ain't shit that you can do to bring they memory back
Tell me I'm lying and I might let you keep yo job homie
But toe to toe I bet on me and I got 5 on it