That's Real

[Verse 1: King-ISO]: It never occurred to me how sick I am It's only real, folks, if it's not planned Like think, what if my strap did not jam? I fetch 'em, many people that up in my hand Try to kick these habits, homie, for this hip-hop, man Feel like Tim Roth and Pac in Gridlock, man Cats out here are trynna' leave me dead Just to jack my plug and try to get my fans So, Fuck luck, young blood Like I was hit by chance Gon' talk, won't buck with a bitch, like "Damn!" I was homeless, no chips, no [?], like "Man!" But I kept down bitches that'll kiss my hand Took a chick clean record, put this gun charge on it Niggas all on my dick, like they jump off on it Best friend turnin' enemies, Now watch me make it Now I'm looking at them like "Is this the fuck y'all want?" Put the other side on, then charge a price 'Yo, gave my law, It's a bargain right Nigga told me don't cross him, but he crossed me twice How I've seen "Is lucky he ain't lost his life?" We still bump heads on some awkward nights It's a small ass world, so we're all disciples Can't trust no nigga when you large as life Nigga better slow down like [?] light I'm a gangsta, nigga, What the fuck y'all mean? Came a long way from the psycho days Whip 'em, soon, they movin', they call me crazy I'm watching that shit, like 'yo my life go bay My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, nigga I be thinkin' about the psych ward lately, nigga But I finally got a real chance to make it, nigga That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my nigga" That's real [Twisted Insane]: And that's real You know it's gonna be a lot of motherfuckers that try to come in Snakes in the grass out there, homie And they gon' try to stir shit up You know what I mean? But it's you It all starts with you, homie What do you wanna do? Who do you wanna be? Now why don't you figure out that? It's all over [?] (Yeah) And that's real [Verse 2: King-ISO]: I ain't half-shit, nigga, with the flows I lay One bask in the club, Scuffs on my J's Poppin' pills and I would smoke all day Drinkin' liquor, call the hoes my way I can't believe a nigga don't got strength Fake love got thrown my way My idols real like became my homies Just imagine out a whole wide gang I'm thinking to myself, "Why I puff my weed?" I'm high, I get low when I fuck my freaks I wake up in the morning and I brush my teeth These niggas in the game wanna dress like me And to think a nigga used to be on cutthroat shit I ain't talking about space, I mean [?] shit Now I get racks on blades when I compose shit Them mothafuckas' can't wait until I upload shit Success to my enemies is bitter-sweet Speaking up, I need to hit this weed I remember when I was in Atlanta Spillin' cheap ass wine on Bentley seats Niggas back home, they was mad as fuck It just an image, now it's sad enough I wasn't celebratin' like "Nigga, start" I was just content without havin' none Back in traffic, still packin' guns Once you have a son, you quit actin' dumb Finna tell the homeless Now havin' funds Now I'm puttin' on, [?] My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, nigga I've been thinkin' about the psych ward lately, nigga But I got a real chance just to make it, nigga That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my nigga" That's real [Twisted Insane]: You know, they say music without the Brain is soulless I remember when I was hopeless You know, it's funny that I'm on the fuckin' [?] I make what I really pawn, nigga All my idols, All the mothafuckin' tanks I listened to when I was a kid coming up All of them I've done songs with them Ain't that shit crazy, man? And that's real Yeah, like the mothafucka was just handlin' shit, homie No serious bullshit, nigga It's been a long road 'Ya know? Now it's your road Now it's your time It's on you {TRANSCRIBING}