Brotha's Tryin' To Be

Verse 1 In the morning when I wake For breakfast Rolling Rock and steak And my brothers on his way in a classic Me and my girl smoke a tree before I leave home Hold the fort down, baby be here when I get home Me and the crew, we meeting up at the studio Drop a few lines, oh my, look at the time Man how it flies when you're having fun Good grog got me tipsy but I'm still making brewed rhymes But wait, why these tough guys be swearing that they killers? Got they eyes closed while they squeezing on the trigger Misrepresent this G, sir please Get gone with your game, you can't last it You fake, and transparent, like plastic Whatchu gonna do when we come through? Disrespect your girl and beat up you? Backhand your man, kick down the door And snatch the remote out ya momma's hand Live your life young man Mamma say mamma saw her son get popped What's the cause of death? Too often brothers trying to be something that he's not Verse 2 Please talk shit so we can take it in stride If it wasn't for ho shit real niggas wouldn't shine And I'm gleamin', steamin' cause you can't break us down A long way from home, spittin' on the mic And we ripping on our (record scratch) Bad Boy, Outkast, Geto Boys Ain't no limit to my Flip Squad Watch your mouth when you talking bout the sons of God I pray to the Lord to please guide my path Kill my transgressions and release your wrath I'm fresh out this joint, back on the block paranoid With a fistful of rocks My homie Twin is gone, it was a freak accident Memories of the times, damn life was the best Verse 3 I'm real and you fake You cake and I'm steak I gorilla, you monkey How dare you even part your lips and try to front me Imma take it in stride If it wasn't for the weakness the strong wouldn't survive If it wasn't for the the fake the real wouldn't be live Who keep your mind tingling with the rhymes and reasoning? Who keep these cats coming and the cops at bay? You make a two-time felon want to commit a crime You on the crime hotline dropping a dime You getting treated worse than a bastard child Kids be real, come on now