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F’real F’real
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Bambu
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From underground like Pennywise were my slanty eyes Way too many times I follow plans that don't materialize I had to study, peep the ways of sheisty business guys Sell you on a dream, build your music on a pile of lies I give you game, please apply it to your thirsty lives America is burning, I don't think you'll make it out in time Used to not know who's for real in my early days Nowadays they probably wouldn't share my gofundme page And while I'm on that page, it's crazy that it's gotta be Crowdsourcing money just to cover all your doctor fees I guess it's literally value with them likеs and shares Facebook'll detеrmine whether you are getting proper care You probably not, you probably bought plan A And that don't pay the cost for doctor laughing in your f**king face A shifty character, like capital-E That'll press you like a keyboard key, the OG is F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real check-- I was born to be a thorn in your side This what happens when the atoms start to split and collide I do boats on the island, we're propelling raa raa You think I'm tripping off who tripping off they phone timeline? I'm type regular, still be smoking J's that I roll And every time I flex a little, I keep ya'll on your toes Behind the scenes with it, this could get the feds all in it They afraid we fund militias to get weapons augmented (haha) We buying books for school children When there's no coordination in your chase, you trippin It's cool homie, for real for real You know the deal the deal The deal is you get broken crown Like Jack and Jill on f**king hill I'm just tryna Black Thought, spazz on funk, flex And stop the president from punching b***ons at his f**king desk Topple the chalice, spill it empty till it's over Till it's empty as the promises he made to white voters It's good F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real Lock him up and throw away the key, that's f'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real I am f'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real, I coulda got somebody killed High outta my mind and sitting behind the driver's wheel This life we didn't choose, pain we didn't wanna feel The LA hussle, man, that struggle for a dollar bill Call it what you will, that drama helped your boy survive Them Veteranos were the ones who got me organized And that was life, not some story to be glorified To rise and shine, another day another homicide And this is why I value every little moment Not a single breath is wasted with every lyric spoken The f**king system is broken, we feel the cause and effect People dropping more than half a paycheck for rent And whatever little is left go to 40's and mickey-D's That's some quality of life when you're scrabbling in these streets My people are the reason I can still afford to breath To my sister Dawn and my brother E, rest in peace Rest in peace F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real Lock him up and throw away the key, that's f'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real I am f'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real F'real f'real
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