(feat. Dona)



Aiyyo, real niggaz live off of principles

If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you

If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too

I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few



East New York, flooded with Bloods

I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove

They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but fuck 'em

Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me

With crackheads and dopefiends unconditionally



I show love to the niggaz whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep

I can't trust nobody in the industry, motherfuckers don't want to see Dona eat

I never been the type to panic, fall under pressure in dispair and vanish



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Respect me, I'm respect you

Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to

Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business

Real niggaz recognize realness



For years I've been waiting for this moment

My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it

Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign

and momma always said make best of the worst times

For the first time, I see shit clearly

writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)

Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God

and he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real

we struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal



Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads

and either way, our children suffer from lead

You don't want to see me make it

Rather see me dead/but real bitches do gangsta things

I do whatever nigga to feed my team



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Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b

Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat

Fuck trying to get by, we multiply

in my hood everyday a young nigga dies

Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies

I drop versus, niggaz feel deep inside

No question, its a respect thing, I'ma keep it real with Tims and Pepe

All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think

Streets are watching every move I make

These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong

Brownsville still going strong

Friends become enemies, nigga you never been a friend of me

Always pretending to be my closet friend

Like I'm stupid enough to let you in



[Chorus]