Bo Hagon - Be Real lyrics

[Hook: 2X] If you a thug my n***a be a thug If you sell d** my n***a then sell d** If you gonna rap about it be trill about it And dont say sh** if you can't BE REAL about it [Lil Scrappy] Comin up as a child all I seen was Hell Momma stepped, Daddy sold yay, stayed in and out of jail I came robbin and kickin in doors Then went from a half to sellin ten O's But ya see shorty, My mom was a G She made it real easy for my sista and me She did what she had to do And go on the damn grind like a n***a would do Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too I got robbed because a old n***a took all my loot And I was just 12 years old goin on 13, which made me bold That's why I thank my heart is so cold I gives a f** about none of you hoes All you fake thugs think about is grillin wit gold Replacin yo does (shawty), and cakin these hoes (shorty) and cakin these hoes I'mma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes [Hook] [Lil Scrappy] Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A n***a thankin 'bout change contemplatin my d**h Feel my pain as it rains all over a n***a And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor f**in n***as up on the daily if they didn't pay me n***as pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy Young n***a went to school just to sell some dope A lil crazy a** n***a wit a knife in his coat And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially Momma swung on a n***a, I stabbed a b**h in the head I don't scratch my head unless it itches And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin b**hes n***as, we was bred to die, don't be askin me why I'll rather hustle in the cold cause n***as prayin wit fire All the childhood issues when the Devil's out to get ya Got my mind on my gun and I shall pull pistol [Verse 3: Bohagen] (Bohagen) You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole Your mind, body, and soul And leave you in a ditch, cold, wit no shoes and clothes Be waitin for the trash collector Follow me now selector to the ghetto sector They'll k** you over thirty dollars I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar I heard him holla a sound that I can't forget Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said sh** And to this day, Momma thought I was up at the park While she was at the church praising the lord I made it through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying, because I made it by the graces of God A product of hard times, I spit hard rhymes Bible in one, the other hard iron Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine [Hook] - 2X