Crown and anchor,
Life's a gamble...
This is real life,
Time to assemble.
No introduction,
Listen to de crown...
Graffiti boys is bout to spray these walls down.
Yo lemme be who um supposed to be,
Seems like suma ya'll wanna live for me, ugh.
Flexin in de jungle,
Tryna stay humble,
This is where I grew,
This is where they shoot.
Who knows what will happen
When popo comes through,
Guess they was just tryna save us,
From ourselves.
So much split families,
And broken homes,
Niggas bragging bout,
Poppin niggas in de dome.
Stealing from a brotha,
Just to feed anotha,
I went to sleep a rappa,
And woke up a rappa.
I went to sleep in love,
And woke up lost.
Being single has its perks,
But um tireda dis perkin,
And I really needa feel,
What's underneath her skirt.
Her lips look so good,
Will they turn bad,
When you believe in God,
Can you still get head?
Will my songs ever last,
Like Bob Marley's?
Can we stay worthy,
If she wears a thong?
If we hold our own,
Will we own these thrones?
If we never beast alone,
Will we get a better wage?
Are we on the same page?
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Graffiti boys,
Microsoft toys,
Yeah we on dat Halo,
Headshots when we say yo.
Playin football in de churchyard up de hill,
Yo this is real life,
Niggas smokin outta pipes.
De flood took away de streets,
You cah see dat.
But you still see youngins coming up, tryna trap,
And you still see magicians,
Pullin rabbits outta hats.
Parents missin children,
That got caught in de trap.
I was born to rap,
I was born to trap.
I don't need an ovation,
I don't wanna get clapped.
This is Real Life.
He must be a King,
His followin his dreams,
Yo ya lips are movin,
But what are you sayin?
I ain't playin. x2
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