Trillville - Be Real lyrics

[Chorus: 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 [Verse 1] Comin up as a child my city was hell My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old 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 got out the damn crowd like a n***a would do Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too I got robbed and this old n***a took all my loot And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope I gives a f** about none of you hoes All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors (shorty) and cakin these hoes Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes [Chorus] [Verse 2] Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A n***a thinkin bout change comtemplating my d**h Fell my pain as it reigns all over a n***a and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor Fukin n***az up on the daily if they didnt pay me n***az 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 moma swung on a n***a, I stabbed the b**h in her head (n***a) I dun scratch my head unless it itchs an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin b**hs n***a we was brave to die, dont be askin me why Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz n***az sprayin wit fire All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol [Verse 3: Bohagen] You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes Waitin for the trash collector Follow me mind 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 cant forget Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said sh** And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par) while she was at the church praising the lord I made through amazingly unscarred She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes Bible in one hand, the other hand 9 dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine [Chorus - 2X]