How Real Is That

Trayvon, Martin Luther, King James
23, holy trinity, we just need change
The way that I quote it is real shit, life as I know it
Lies get promoted, the real shit despised and demoted
Infiltrated, posers taking a real nigga’s graces
Relaxation nigga, all in my patience
Go, right out the window
Fuck a job, dope in a rental
I’m only 22, a decade is simple
If I catch a case come on 32 where the feds pace
Stay solid, sing plug, last take
For the glory then make a milly then leave the game
That’s a story that’s barely conquered, just up in flames
Taking chances for the wrong reasons
Scared to do it for the right ones
I been selling drugs all season
I barely ever pick my mic up
How real is that? (Tell me that nigga)
How real is that? (I'mma tell em bout it)
I’m so breezy, hundred bricks in a bag, I seen it
Fiends fiending, I’ll make a G easy, I mean it
Glass penis, rocks the same color as semen
This ain’t really what they want, this is the shit they needing
I came a long way from an 8th of a brick
Add 50 grams of soda for two extra zips
Still get em up the street, plug taking them trips
Rap ain’t never changed me, I be still in the mix
That’s why the street niggas love me
Got fans that I copped from and got a brick off me
Nigga, now how real is that
God forgive me for my past, I can’t get that back, nigga