Guilty Simpson - The Real Me lyrics

[Intro] That's how I'm beautiful, right there What up Black Milk? Detroit City, let's go [Verse 1] Mama got bills, papa got ghost My new father figure's popping that toast On the corner where the dopeman boast Arguing who got the most Barely got a pot for roast (Starving) But always have pots for coke When you're broke the hood got jokes A lot of brothers doing good got smoked Many blood stains paint the ave Makes you wonder what choice we have (Not many) I chose not to take that path I ain't tryna feel the DA's wrath So I push it on the freeway fast Tryna see another b-day pa** Some think my success won't last Still I go hard and get cash [Hook] Since you don't know (It's Guilty you feel me, my foes wanna k** me, I can feel it) One day you gotta go (And I know but the dough got me dreaming of filthy, I'mma get it) Since you don't know (Just pop in the disc and you gettin' the real me, I'm the realest) [Verse 2] My friend got k**ed, his girl got problems She saw what happened when they robbed him The block got eyes and ears The strong survive so dry your tears Be leery of the guys you speak with Showing emotion is a sign of weakness And that's deep sh** Sometimes the ones you beef with are the ones you eat with And that's sad to say I hate it that your friends gotta act that way Money is the root when you stack that pay They wanna do you like MLK Catch you on the balcony, shoot you in the head Face down dead, take all your bread Haters got setups to murk the ballers That's why I had to make my circle smaller [Hook]