Can't Keep It Real

Can’t keep it real no more, that shit don’t even mean nun'
I swear I knew I was a star before I seen money
Keep having dreams 'bout fancy cars, and having my team stuntin'
(Me and my niggas vibing out, big body shit, we sliding out)
I used to pray for this shit hard, and still ain’t seen it coming
(My momma' used to cry about it, now I gotta smile about it)
I’m still that same nigga (Same nigga)
My pockets just got bigger (Pockets just got bigger)
Why ride the block, when I could ride the instrumental?
I keep a Glock, 'cause I done grew up 'round them killas (Yuh)
If they ain’t show me nothing else, they showed me how to tote a pistol (Uh, uh)
Did it by myself, and ain’t nobody told me nigga
Did it by myself, so I won’t ever owe a nigga
Been through that rain, 'cause I’m a fuckin' soldier nigga (Yuh)
Really antisocial with 'em, can’t let 'em get too close to feel me (Uh, uh)
Gotta cherish life, 'cause I know niggas wanna take me out (Take me out)
I still be thanking God, He helped me make it out
I’m tryna' run me up a quarter for my momma' house (for my momma' house)
And put an M up for my daughter in her bank account
Can’t keep it real no more, that shit don’t even mean nun'
(Still won’t ever be enough, don’t really give no fucks)
I swear I knew I was a star before I seen money
(But now they see me turning up, this what we workin' for)
Keep having dreams 'bout fancy cars, and having my team stuntin'
(Me and my niggas vibing out, big body shit, we sliding out)
I used to pray for this shit hard, and still ain’t seen it coming
(My momma' used to cry about it, now I gotta smile about it)
Do you love or you hate me?
I wanna know (I wanna know)
If I was broke, would you still say I’m the goat?
Would you risk your life for mine, if I was right or wrong? (Uh)
If I had to do some time, would they still hold me down? (Woah)
If my lil' brother ain’t died, would they still sang my songs? (Huh?)
I think about this shit when I be all alone
Now, I’m up — got everybody wanna hit my phone
But ain’t nobody hit me up when they was hitting home
It’s certain shit I can’t explain, you wouldn’t understand it
Ain’t doing this shit for fame, I do it for my family
He hit me with some pain, but somehow I manage
Might pour a bottle of champagne out for all the damage
Can’t keep it real no more, that shit don’t even mean nun'
(Still won’t ever be enough, don’t really give no fucks)
I swear I knew I was a star before I seen money
(But now they see me turning up, this what we workin' for)
Keep having dreams 'bout fancy cars, and having my team stuntin'
(Me and my niggas vibing out, big body shit, we sliding out)
I used to pray for this shit hard, and still ain’t seen it coming
(My momma' used to cry about it, now I gotta smile about it)