Real Life

Pre-Hook:
This a little different to the stuff I done before, feeling lost and ignored like I’m on the floor, and I can’t keep track of things that I think of, and I won’t be the man who counts what I sip up

Hook:
But I keep my chin up, and I pray for days, where we’d live in a world where war was fake, I can’t pop style rappers cuz I’m not no Drake, but I still drop hits and they still know my name, wasn’t born in struggle but I feel the pain, empathise and I cry when I see kids in chains, and my heart hurts when I see the old man calling, and ain’t a single soul really know his face

Verse 1:
Just a young brown boy from the upper middle class, way ahead of mysеlf when I’m talking bout the cash, I just like to fantasizе that I’m making stacks, the truth is this money couldn’t even pay for a shed, it’s pocket change for me cuz I’m fortunate, you were flexing twenty thousand like your fortunate which, you didn’t even make, talking bout a show, I pull out the drapes, you can’t say you’re a hero, when you didn’t play, my pops hustled hard he done earned his stripes, took it from bhilai to a better life, my moms did it all, through the rain and fall, now the only Ls she takes are her louis vuittons, my parents are reflected in the best of me, the time that they invested made me mentally, prepared for anything, especially, when life be throwing challenges which testing me

Pre-Hook:
This a little different to the stuff I done before, feeling lost and ignored like I’m on the floor, and I can’t keep track of things that I think of, and I won’t be the man who counts what I sip up

Hook:
But I keep my chin up, and I pray for days, where we’d live in a world where war was fake, I can’t pop style rappers cuz I’m not no Drake, but I still drop hits and they still know my name, wasn’t born in struggle but I feel the pain, empathise and I cry when I see kids in chains, and my heart hurts when I see the old man calling, and ain’t a single soul really know his face