Real Hip Hop

[Hook 1: L's] Real nigga I dont need no hugs or daps All I need are these pound signs and struggle raps A couple fans and a crew thats got my back, and A dj or two that say they gon spin my track Dj or two that say they gon spin my track Dj or two that say they gon spin my track A couple fans and a crew thats got my back, and A dj or two that say they gon spin my track [Verse 1: Jay R Bestbyfar] Fallen angels with clipped wings shooting Down my dreams hoping I never make it to Hotels suite as cream lord please Forgive me for my vices Im never ok With second Joe why you Biden pockets Money hungry on a strict diet from A city where niggas only appliance Is a stove on they waist souls wasted Like a whino on the pavement they Say stop the violence when they just contain it My soul rich and my heart is made of gold, no amount Of currency could make me sell my soul I am legend On this map quest leaving land marks on the game naw I ain't pissed Im just hella stressed like this denim im Not true to religion cuz I seen to many parish in parishes And to 5 0 1 nigga dead is a blessing, question, why we outkast in our gene Pool hip hop's savior you should put me on a pedestal Now watch this black boy fly I got my jays laced Ask whitney we the only dope allowed in her face Kindle a flame let yo brain levitate this is higher learning In sermons im moses parting waves [Verse 2: L's] Definition of some dreamers Ls not far fetched that im a schemer Tryna come up not the hardest in this city But its harder when you tryna keep it clean not gritty Working 9 – 5s just to buy supplies for this rap shit Beats studio time a couple pens and pad shit Tryna get yo flow together why you work the floor Dreams of bigger venues no more open mics show Getting dough for that flow that you just rocked the crowd with Hands waving side to side im grinning feeling childish Sound of my alarm still keeps a fly kid grounded The bright lights golOt me blinded It’s a reminder to not get to big for my britches And if I fall in love pick a queen not these bitches And now they say im an emcee on a mission Can't wait for the day I see things that I pictured [Hook 2: L's] Real nigga I dont need no hugs or daps All I need are these pound signs and struggle raps A couple fans and a crew thats got my back, and A dj or two that say they gon spin my track Dj or two that say they gon spin my track Dj or two that say they gon spin my track A couple fans and a crew thats got my back, and A dj or two that say they gon spin my track [Verse 3: Carrera Kool] First off gotta shout out to the lord and my granny Cuz they the only ones that understand me Moving right along bruce lee playing ping pong With nunchucks will catch my attention but for you dumb fucks Dancing round with shirts off guns out blunts lit all Because you think its kool boy thats some dumb shit A whole lot of nothing multiplied by some stuntin Will equal a bunch of fronting on how you gon get something As I paralyze the hooks and slit the throat of verses Cattle prod the beats while producers will drive the hearses I just wanna be useful and not viewed is worthless Make sure my fam ain't gotta struggle while making a purchase Grew up with a half mom and no dad Living in the chi you gotta grow yo on gonads So I learnt the ropes perhaps stay away from snakes and rats Cuz they always bring pigs hit harder than lance briggs So next time you selling arm and hammer while being armed with hammer You know how not to get up in the slammer You'll never double cross us like the legs on a indian So switch it up like aunt vivian [Outro:Ross Augusta] Freestyle scatting