Testo Real - Stalley
Testo della canzone Real (Stalley), tratta dall'album Saving Yusuf
We have to change our ideology
On what this real nigga shit is
What the fuck is wrong with us?
That we glorify everything that's stupid
Everything that's idiotic
Everything that'll get your ass locked up
That's a real nigga
Now when you get locked up, you're a real ass nigga
Oh my god, do you see how stupid that is?
But this is what we do
And rappers, they glorify the shit in their music with "real nigga"
I am a real nigga
Now I'm real ignorant, now I'm real stupid
But I'm real
These days the pain different
Was all about money, now the aim distant
The scope all blurry, my hands twitching
I ain't been my normal self lately, it's been depressing
I'm so unaffected by fame, money, and jewels
I've always been one to walk on my own, obey no rules
Assertive kings sit high, no need for pedestal
Pedigree of a ghoul, no goblin though
These dick-hopping niggas got the game emotional
Ain't nothing hard about a nigga who lost his soul
The coolest niggas lost control
Controlled substance got they bars on low
And they substance suffering from all that dope they smoke
So they trap, turn up, palm serve, clap, burner
Black Bentley, gold Rollie, jugging on the corner
Somebody tell these niggas that that shit is so corny
Always acting hard when these niggas know they phony
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
They say I'm a real nigga
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
Real niggas ain't real niggas no more
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
One time for the real niggas
Fist full of rings, them gold grill niggas
Foreigns in the hood, a hundred mil niggas
I mean that's what y'all consider real niggas
Consider this game of me being real with ya
A father in pain from his son being slain by the law
Now peep the real picture
And let's see if the title of real still fit ya
Black sister, four kids, three jobs
Daytime and the night shifts
Every day a struggle, she got no one to fight with
And every day a hustle, she gotta make sure them lights lit
She do whatever for them babies, their lives are priceless
Sacrifices came with birth, she pray for better days
Every day, she just hoping that it work
She ain't pulling up her skirt, ain't waiting on the first
And she ain't waiting on a real nigga to come and do the work
Now that's real
Taking care of your family, educating yourself
Taking care and being, you know
More helpful to your community instead of destructive
And that's real
We have to change what we believe in
We have to change our ideology on what this real nigga shit is
Because everything that we have to bear with now is stupid shit
That ends you up locked the fuck up
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
They say I'm a real nigga
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
Real niggas ain't real niggas no more
All these whips and chains, all these whips and chains
That don't make you no real nigga, no no
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Writer(s): Kyle Myricks
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