Letras
Hard being real in this world
Full of fake motherfuckers
Mama I just don't love em
It is not a discussion
I don't even like my sister
Just you pops and my brother
We got a lot of love
Even tho we scream at each other
Did I mention it was 7 in the morning?
Its 7 in the morning
7:04 specifically
Boutta head my ass over to the gym
Boutta get cut
Lets get it
Thank god that I ain't in school no mo
I don't gotta see nobody like you no mo
I want nothing to do with all you fools no mo
I don't gotta wake up and see all you ghouls no mo
Waking up and I be working on pro tools you know
Waking up and I be working towards my blues
You know
Shawty love my drip its like i'm singing blues
You know
Really been doing this
And they ain't got a clue no no
Grew up in a fucked up world
Filled with scumbags
Wait til I am at the top
Ill hit you with a tea bag
I done ran thru a trifling hoe
I don't want that
Take her off my hands cuz
Really you can keep that
Hot dog in a hallway ass bitch
Have fun with that
Used to be mad at a hoe
Now I just kick back
Im the type to bring the party pack to the party pack
Put em in a party pack if he talking all that smack
He was talking shit at the library
Seen him at the function and I caught him lacking
Boy knew just what time it was
Seen him and I started smacking
To my bloods, whats brackin
To my crips, whats crackin
Hard being real in this world
Full of fake motherfuckers
Mama I just don't love em
It is not a discussion
I don't even like my sister
Just you pops and my brother
We got a lot of love
Even tho we scream at each other