| 作曲 : Blyden, Cruz, Curry | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| Uh huh, | |
| Yeah | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Uh huh | |
| **** who's the baddest , only the real could relate | |
| Bigboys, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| The Players of the game | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| The Pioneers | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| This is the essence right here | |
| **** who's the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| AZiatic, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| I rep pure realness younahmean? | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch | |
| Hold your head though, ya heard? | |
| Once again | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| **** who's the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| I know, it get kinda hard sometimes | |
| we all looking for some kind of, outlet | |
| to plug into, but ahh, | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| Every hood | |
| I'm the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| It's on you | |
| All the haters wanna see, | |
| Uh uhn | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| Uh uhn | |
| But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die | |
| Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed | |
| Wish that I could die in my sleep | |
| And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace | |
| But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they find me deceased | |
| Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap | |
| And just applied Everything that he learned from crack | |
| I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back, it been foul | |
| So what kinda concerns is that | |
| Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all | |
| One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw | |
| Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more | |
| And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor | |
| How can the hate from another man stop my flow | |
| That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe | |
| I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot's of Doe | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I'm the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die | |
| One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall, you seen one nigga ball | |
| you done seen 'em all | |
| Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl | |
| What makes a man wanna fiend for more | |
| Life itself is more than a trial or a quest | |
| Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best | |
| And very rarely, you can catch me casually - dressed | |
| I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats | |
| Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men | |
| Around for months then they gone again | |
| Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts | |
| Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that? | |
| Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed | |
| Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose | |
| Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit | |
| Then hit them stores | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I'm the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die | |
| So now it's on y'all, could see, I figured it out | |
| Only a few could say that they been in my house | |
| And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch | |
| I'm as low as you can go in the south | |
| When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate | |
| Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes | |
| What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age | |
| Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways | |
| Knee deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth | |
| I become angelic when I sit in the booth | |
| Just a thought of all the ill sh*t that lurk in streets | |
| How can another real nigga wanna work wit police | |
| Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough | |
| I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and **** | |
| Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth | |
| Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I'm the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die |
| zuo qu : Blyden, Cruz, Curry | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| Uh huh, | |
| Yeah | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Uh huh | |
| who' s the baddest , only the real could relate | |
| Bigboys, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| The Players of the game | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| The Pioneers | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| This is the essence right here | |
| who' s the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| AZiatic, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| I rep pure realness younahmean? | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch | |
| Hold your head though, ya heard? | |
| Once again | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| who' s the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| I know, it get kinda hard sometimes | |
| we all looking for some kind of, outlet | |
| to plug into, but ahh, | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| Every hood | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| It' s on you | |
| All the haters wanna see, | |
| Uh uhn | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| Uh uhn | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed | |
| Wish that I could die in my sleep | |
| And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace | |
| But it' s like niggas ain' t happy ' til they find me deceased | |
| Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap | |
| And just applied Everything that he learned from crack | |
| I' m in now, it' s life ain' t no turning back, it been foul | |
| So what kinda concerns is that | |
| Peep the signs of the eyes ' cuz it tell it all | |
| One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw | |
| Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more | |
| And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor | |
| How can the hate from another man stop my flow | |
| That' s like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe | |
| I' m here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot' s of Doe | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| One by one, seen ' em rise, seen ' em fall, you seen one nigga ball | |
| you done seen ' em all | |
| Even standup niggas seen ' em lean and crawl | |
| What makes a man wanna fiend for more | |
| Life itself is more than a trial or a quest | |
| Intelligent wise, it' s like I done ran with the best | |
| And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed | |
| I' m more relaxed in a hat and some sweats | |
| Doing me, been amongst some of the street' s most strongest men | |
| Around for months then they gone again | |
| Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts | |
| Criminals, coldhearted, now what' s fucing wit that? | |
| Where we at? hit inside of a life that' s rarely exposed | |
| Spoken in codes for the killers that daily' ll dose | |
| Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit | |
| Then hit them stores | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| So now it' s on y' all, could see, I figured it out | |
| Only a few could say that they been in my house | |
| And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch | |
| I' m as low as you can go in the south | |
| When it' s too deep, it' s hard for the mind to relate | |
| Some say I' m too street and way too involved wit the snakes | |
| What make a man bigger that life, I' m twice his age | |
| Understand I' m a sinner but I' m nice some ways | |
| Knee deep in what I speak ' cuz I spit the truth | |
| I become angelic when I sit in the booth | |
| Just a thought of all the ill sh t that lurk in streets | |
| How can another real nigga wanna work wit police | |
| Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough | |
| I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and | |
| Knowledge of self, I' ma do this regardless of wealth | |
| Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die |
| zuò qǔ : Blyden, Cruz, Curry | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| Uh huh, | |
| Yeah | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Uh huh | |
| who' s the baddest , only the real could relate | |
| Bigboys, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| The Players of the game | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| The Pioneers | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| This is the essence right here | |
| who' s the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| AZiatic, | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| I rep pure realness younahmean? | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch | |
| Hold your head though, ya heard? | |
| Once again | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| Realism of life in actuality | |
| I wanna tell you | |
| who' s the baddest, only the real could relate | |
| Nothing changed, they know | |
| Realism of life in actually | |
| I know, it get kinda hard sometimes | |
| we all looking for some kind of, outlet | |
| to plug into, but ahh, | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| Every hood | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| It' s on you | |
| All the haters wanna see, | |
| Uh uhn | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| Uh uhn | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed | |
| Wish that I could die in my sleep | |
| And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace | |
| But it' s like niggas ain' t happy ' til they find me deceased | |
| Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap | |
| And just applied Everything that he learned from crack | |
| I' m in now, it' s life ain' t no turning back, it been foul | |
| So what kinda concerns is that | |
| Peep the signs of the eyes ' cuz it tell it all | |
| One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw | |
| Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more | |
| And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor | |
| How can the hate from another man stop my flow | |
| That' s like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe | |
| I' m here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot' s of Doe | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| One by one, seen ' em rise, seen ' em fall, you seen one nigga ball | |
| you done seen ' em all | |
| Even standup niggas seen ' em lean and crawl | |
| What makes a man wanna fiend for more | |
| Life itself is more than a trial or a quest | |
| Intelligent wise, it' s like I done ran with the best | |
| And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed | |
| I' m more relaxed in a hat and some sweats | |
| Doing me, been amongst some of the street' s most strongest men | |
| Around for months then they gone again | |
| Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts | |
| Criminals, coldhearted, now what' s fucing wit that? | |
| Where we at? hit inside of a life that' s rarely exposed | |
| Spoken in codes for the killers that daily' ll dose | |
| Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit | |
| Then hit them stores | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die | |
| So now it' s on y' all, could see, I figured it out | |
| Only a few could say that they been in my house | |
| And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch | |
| I' m as low as you can go in the south | |
| When it' s too deep, it' s hard for the mind to relate | |
| Some say I' m too street and way too involved wit the snakes | |
| What make a man bigger that life, I' m twice his age | |
| Understand I' m a sinner but I' m nice some ways | |
| Knee deep in what I speak ' cuz I spit the truth | |
| I become angelic when I sit in the booth | |
| Just a thought of all the ill sh t that lurk in streets | |
| How can another real nigga wanna work wit police | |
| Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough | |
| I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and | |
| Knowledge of self, I' ma do this regardless of wealth | |
| Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth | |
| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto | |
| I' m the proof of what could be, if you try | |
| If you wanna try | |
| All the haters wanna see | |
| A niggas life in misery | |
| But I' ma keep on doing me, ' til I die |
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