That’s Real

Yeah

You got to feel this shit

Real recognize real

You gots to feel this shit

SAND-G you ain't got no choice

Down Bottom see the difference between

Now & back in the day

Succa Free

Is that learned how to love first before you knew how to fuck

NJG

Check

I grew up wit some real niggaz who came up around real niggaz

Real fighters & real killaz a few pimps most drug dealers

Stolen cars in these Newark streets New Jersey Drive ain't show da half

I was gangbangin since da 10th grade & that was '01 so you do da math

Before that we was big wheelin

Bike stealin on them mopeds

Had a pair of Nike's that was just for school but I went hard in my Pro-Keds

Pop Warner we balled out

Meetin niggaz from each ward that years later might a turned out to have da key to da set or be da connect

I made a name wit my fight game

And bright brain

And dick game & sick games then da whip game then da pen game

I'm a beast on these beats & I know it

Pay homages to these streets lik I owe it

But I run da lease in these buildings I own it

Da king that you was I dethroned it

For Ever Dawgs

Rest in peace to my nigga Mookie

I know

Big dogs from back then that's fiendin around lookin like Pookie

Smokin this blunt should clouden da picture but it just get clearer

I'm holdin it in, this monster inside, I know you could hear it

It come from da struggle

It come from da life

It come from da death

Niggaz comin at necks over money problems & territories

No crip or blood just block bangin

Niggaz squabble out 2 or 3 times before someone get stabbed then da shots rangin

Dice games was outrageous

Back when it was beepers & pagers

Pay phones & Philly Blunts or rollin up in bamboo papers

It was pep then, no sour diesel no grand daddy

Vasque boots & a Coogi sweater

Girbaud jeans & a clean Caddy, that's real