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Yo, for real



Y'all living in a dream world



Rexdale



It's a reality world right here, for real



Yeah







[First Verse]



Yo I'm stuck in this organized crime life



Shook slingers get robbed blind



Soldier ain't afraid to do time



We run the range like a militant co-thug



Meanwhile on the streets, what I kill is just throw slugs



Supplying the corner, so them dealers can sell drugs



Now you see my block get hot



Rob or shoot and get shot



Police wanna know our names yo, that's why we stay low



I'm caught up between my music and street life



My blood is like my heart dear God



And my gat is my wife



This world is spinning into sicker times, thawing like ice



Hated female probation officers, they boook us for spite



I'm living fouler, ever since Squiggs lost his life



Hard cold stone, don't give fuck you get blown



Never talk my shit on phone ever since I came home



You puff your glass jaw, I puff my marley sit on the rail



You tell your untruth, I tell reality from Rexdale







[CHORUS 1]



Material world - got me addicted



Drug money corners - got me addicted



Them sawed down barrels - got me addicted



Guarding my heart - but still I'm addicted







[Second Verse]



Yo I got hit, ever since worse



No I never did snatch purse, example



My palm grips the pearl handle



Too many flaws in the way, that makes us disturbed



Like pulling out, broad daylight like I got some nerve



The only thing now, this music got my face baited



This leaves me more risk round snitches and hipocrites



Place under warrents, they want me on the cell block



Trying to give me fourteen years and keep me on lock



Surround my house, front and back in the night light wishing to book me



Two in the morning but they can't find me, trying to look me



Ain't nothing much to say, after the street already hook me



I guess I'm addicted like my mind has took me - took me



We be dealing with this physical, some lie regardless



Sometimes the bigger the grains who hit hardest



I never boast about it, be smart like the smartest



I wipe it off, I loaded it with leather gloves regardless







CHORUS 1







[CHORUS 2]



My Rexdale blocks - got me addicted



All them work nights - got me addicted



Undeath fast money - got me addicted



Guarding my heart - but still I'm addicted







[Third Verse]



I'm from the Rex-village, dollar signs who's quick to stick it



Run up in your house to be specific



Ain't nothing perfect or terrific, so lay down quick



Special delivery of open burn wound inflicted



I guess they like the way we dip it



Gangster walks, the way we talk



And the way we lie they down on they sidewalk



Face down on the rich block, mask up right to my eyelids



Stick and move quick, on the run like a fugitive



Stay communicated from back roads to pay phones



I never talk too long, I switch clothes



No time for normal wasting, wash vinegar inside your basement 







CHORUS 1 & 2







[Outro]



Know what I mean for real



Rexdale, know what I mean



Where ever you from



Got you addicted



All my peeps locked down



Hold it down, know what I mean



Keep the faith for real



All my peoples on the block, hustling



Peoples working, doing what ever you got to do



Doing what you got to do to survive



Keep doing you thing



L-D-C Infinite



For real