Joe Blow - Real Rap lyrics

Tryin' not to go insane cuz the pack never came Got up in this rap game and said that I'll never change With the murder gang, sippin' Act in Fort Wayne And ever since they lost Mane, man the Act ain't been the same I'm reppin' Artist Records see the stamp with two K's But just signed my first artist, shouts out to F A They love me from Seattle, KC, to PA Up to Alaska, Texas, and LA Anyway, feel like I'm finna go any day But I know my daughter straight with all this dough up in the bank Life insurance said she'll be a millionaire, if I can't Worth more dead than alive, I almost can't wait Wouldn't have made it this far if I didn't have faith But times is gettin' harder, wonder why I even pray Zanny bars, kush, lean, girl, I'm high in every way Tryna deal with the fact my n***as dyin' every day But I'm the coach of this team, so I design every play Realest on the rap scene, so I'm tryna change the game Wonder how long will it take, so tired of these lames Fake rap, backpack, tight shirt, skinny jeans To see my Auntie again, I'll give anything Nothing can stop the pain, I tried every thing Snortin' line after line, but I cried every drain So many locked up facin' time, and he face (life) I done tried every way, my n***as dyin' every day Still wonderin' why I even pray Don't play by the rules, then why even play When them goons in ya place at ya safe ya ain't safe For tryna run home, they just gun you at the plate Let me see the razor baggies a1 in that plate And bust this kick down, I'ma run through this today And watch how quick I turn 36 to 58, now I said I'm back, in and out of coasts Stretched out, 30 hangin' out the coat Everyday I'm losin' hope, got me usin' more coke And abusin' more 'bo, sh** I used to just smoke Refuse to be broke, turnin' 2 into 4 Every night a n***a make the daily news at my show Sleepin' in my tennis shoes, sh** I'm used to on the go And I always been the n***a, sh** I'm used to bein' known For this little quarter ounce, just usin' this cone I told you slide through, stop usin' the phone Had to get it on my own, no one used to be home They say the top lonely, well I'm used to bein' alone Only shootin' at ya dome, go to Houston for a 4 I been locked up in the lab, f** these useless little hoes Buyin' by the 20 pack, what you tootin' up ya nose You know I'm a real n***a, you can hear it in my songs, now