MadReal - 517 lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, take it back to like 2010 Prepping that first show with the Skeem All our raps hanging on the line Just a dollar and a dream Started that year solo-dolo Ended that year with a team Started outside looking in Ended that year with our own scene I was dealing with some sh** then Maybe someday I'll let it all out Think I only broke down once though I don't really let my guard down I ain't get a lot of z's back then We were grindin' on a lot of fronts I ain't where I wanna be yet When I look back, though, I gotta stunt I was dean's list, I was workin' jobs, I was makin' music crazy Everything we did was for the dream man That was way before the music paid me That was way before these people knew me That was way before they needed savin' I got no respect for entitlement I got no time for the lazy Whatchu know about going door-to-door tryna get your music out? Dead or winner, we were skippin' dinner, we were skippin' cla** tryna spread this sh** word of mouth You just see the doors that we open No idea how it went down Don't nobody make it rapping out of our town This sh** [Hook] Area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Yeah we came up outta Area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Yeah we came up outta Area Five-One-Seven I consider it a blessin' All my people yellin', "We were made out in Area 51" (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Came up out the area [Verse 2] In-state but we road-trippin' Got a couple out-of-town gigs Showcase in front of eight heads Half of 'em I came with Whole team packed in the Windstar They were sayin' all the right things Can't tell you how bad I needed that sh** was still just a pipe dream Kept my head on straight, they were the key to that Coulda quit in the heat of that Long drive home, short night sleep, up in the morn' Stick shift through a foot of snow Givin' wrong answers to sh** I shoulda known Straight to work, late to work, but the boss made it work Thank God Hop up in the van, wouldn't say a word He would have a CD burned He would play my new sh** first He would know my whole damn verse He would cover for me when I had to go rehearse, that's my dog Signed out on my last day, went to try to make music my job Took it to the West Coast, made thirteen songs, man I blessed those Peepin' numbers, couldn't guess those Now my out-of-town shows out of state Out-of-town choes run away Don't know if I'd have found those if I'd have stayed But take me back home to the condo Get me paid, back to [Hook] Area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Yeah we came up outta Area 51 (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Yeah we came up outta Area Five-One-Seven I consider it a blessin' All my people yellin', "We were made out in Area 51" (fifty-one) (five-one-seven) Came up out the area