[Verse 1]
The good die young and that's f**ed up
Sometimes I gotta ask God what the f**s up
Cuz real n***as don't luck up. Gotta start from the bottom
Make Ya way to the top and now these n***as gotta problem
Can't solve em. Just charge it to the game
Nothin wrong wit the target, just gotta change the aim
Stop tryina please n***as. This self made hustle. I don't owe you n***as
Why give back to the hood. All it did was spoil n***as
Most these n***as got content with Mediocre sh**
They ain't wanna strive for better. They was cool wit gettin cheddar
But it's more than paper dawg. Ya life gotta have purpose
I look myself in the mirror everyday like is it worth it
All that bullsh** on the surface. Money clothes and fly sh**
This something you could feel. You should be bumpin my sh**
In the trap all day just to be trapped all day
But music like a gift that's why I (w)rap all day. Instead of stressing
Cuz man sh** a blessin
All n***as care about is gettin salad and some dressing
But that mean n***as gettin hella green but they still hungry
Paid but not full. Look how they did Mitch and Sonny
That's why it ain't no team. Just me doe
Movin round the hood like a don no cheadle
While you sleepin on yo pillow. n***as lookin for them kilos
Stay up. That's my suggestion for my ppl
This my Ode to the real
Verse 2:
9 to 5 is how you survive.. And all that other sh**
It's either be bum or indictments from the government
Whippin up the work on the stove.. No need for oven mitts
Pocket full of bins these n***as just tryina cover sh**..
....But can't cover they bail
n***as out here eating cheese but can't cover they tail
Not I n***a.. See what I spy n***a..
If you ain't built for the game don't try n***a..
Struggled a while n***a I learned that money ain't everything
Hustles go wrong at any moment n***a shots could ring
Running round wit Glocks and things. Cuz these n***as got Glocks and things
Clocking your maneuvers. Plotting on Ya watch and ring
It's cold. These n***as cold
The f** is wrong wit n***as souls. I swear a Muf**a gettin old
I remember back in the day n***as was living by a code
These young n***as movin hotter than crack pots in the stove
Lemme talk to em. This game ain't for the weak
n***as on top of the world and still aim for the streets
I'm just aiming for these beats. Nothing more
Cuz n***as ain't gon help you when you bleeding on the floor
Learn life n***a. I rather have hoopty with a phat knot
Than stunting in the benz on the block with the have nots
How would you feel if you was broke all ya life...
A n***a you know pull up in some sh** wit a price
...That's 6 figures and and ice on 6 fingers..
Couple chains and givin money away... That sh** lingers
sh** like that suppose to motivate you... But most n***as gon grow to hate you
So never judge a n***a by his face. It ain't suppose to be real
These n***as fake... They ain't suppose to be real
These n***as fake... They ain't suppose to be real