Lyrics

*CHORUS*
I hear a lot rappers saying they get it
but they don't live it man, they just spit it
I know you tryna keep it real on the song
but watch out for when keeping it real goes wrong
(repeat)

*VERSE 1*
My ears open, I hear you talking that
but you ain't sparking back
that's a gangsta boot you can't walk in that
and we can see your TV screens from hear daddy, watch where you parking at
ain't shit change still duck cops duck jail spots
Run like DMC in them shell tops
ain't nobody catching us
broad daylight, youngin on the corner like he catching a bus
but naw, he ain't catching the bus
he waiting on them fiend hounds, dog, they fetchin the dust
send his young thing to fetch the truck
gotta make it to school by 3rd period, he don't press his luck
even though he baking, pushing the viles
he still tryna make down that graduation isle
by 21 on trial with a case
at least once a nigga put a smile on his mom face

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*VERSE 2*
Man I swear since the death of Pac
if you rap, you ain't hot, unless you been shot
and that's bullshit
cause my man ate a full clip for dinner and trust he ain't a billboard winner
If you survived and the tough shit went to your head
here's a hint, whoever shot you still want you dead
and you can have all the bodyguards in the world
but the question is who's bodyguarding your girl
or even your toddlers
you can't keep a low profile you on screen acting like mobsters
and a vest is a lovely feeling
but it's 2005 and slugs is armor piercing
I used to think I was the man of steel
till I went to the morgue and I seen my man on chill
so don't think you wont get touched
you can still catch a bullet like TO in the clutch

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*VERSE 3*
I wish I could take it back, before keeping it real
when you hustled just to eat you a meal
don't call me a hater cause I wanna blast a fool
how you hustle when your ass went to catholic school
you'll never ever understand the hustle
cause your ass never had to withstand the struggle
you don't know how I felt
tying strings around my pants cause my moms couldn't buy no belt
gear fresh out of Sears, shoes Buster Brown
go to school, who they cut and clown, that was me scrap
tryna drive in these streets without your seat strapped
meet the wrong OG leave without your kneecaps
or worse, get your niece capped, it gets no realer
I seen babies die cause they daddy a dealer
man yall don't hear the words of the song
just keep keeping it real till that shit go wrong