Real

[Intro] [Verse 1: Seth Dyer] Every single day I got something that I should prove And you ain't' gettin' shit unless you got something to lose But what I gotta' lose I was just all up on the news Politicians tweeting me like I should be voting for you But who's voting for me a young black twenty year old Who's supposed to sell dope, make prison my home and never step into school Fuck a GPA, tell em' gangster's paradise awaits Couple miles away we might even get to stay If we make enough money, if we make enough money It's irony I'm working for what they could probably take from me And life has been so cloudy my soul is icy like hockey Been blocking shots like a goalie behind this mask they won't know me No, Uh, yeh, tired of making her eyes drown I ain't' got the time now, I'm on a flight I be headed out Crew all black it's a black out, don't stand in I stand out Just trying to remember the people, that I said I would never forget about [Chorus: Tye Craig] I'm showing that I'm real with you So tell me what's the deal with you, yeh I'm just tryna' keep it real for you Cuz' the fame and the money it could kill a nigga' yeh I'm showing that I'm real with you So tell me what's the deal with you, yeh I'm just tryna' keep it real for you Cuz' the fame and the money it could kill a nigga' yeh [Verse 2: Seth Dyer] Want tons of bitches with fat asses, hood passes, bad daddies, Drug habits, sex addicts and care about things that don't matter, yeh See this ain't love so it don't matter Fuck her she find a new rapper then end up in the same pattern I had a show last night, man that shit was so tight Crowd was screaming my lyrics so this is what the stars feel like Kill my competition early but I'm not the mourning type Climbing stairs made of coffins to reach the height of my life Don't want that nine to five, I want to feel like I'm alive I want to travel the world, I want to see Paris in the night I want to step into the colosseum, drink Italian wine And if they never know your dreams they can't take them from you right So I don't say much I let the music do the talking I took enough Ls now it's time to cut the loses About to get a fancy whip my girl is so tired of walking Girls taking drugs and alcohol thinking it's a love potion [Chorus] [Outro]