Real Ones

(альбом: To See A Sunset - 2023)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
Yeah

No regrets
Aimed for the stars and I landed on the clouds, but I started out with less
I look around the crib and I notice how I'm blessed
Shit is laughable, tears falling, this must be gratitude
People judge left and right, everyone is fallible
Fuck the world, focus on the babies coming after you
Middle finger to your opinion of me
I'm living for the fam, all you niggas just living to please
The boy is gifted how I conjure these writtens with ease
Pity, had to close the arc on 'em, they didn't believe
Give a fuck about a random nigga
My life is real, give a fuck about the fandom, nigga
I'm copping buildings, give a fuck about the Phantom, nigga
Fuck these hoes 'cause my wife think I'm handsome, nigga
That's a lesson if you taking her for granted, nigga
Took her 'round the world, then I took her to her home
Then I copped her a Jumeirah villa (Yeah)

Life good, know the hate gon' come
And real shit gon' bring fake love
And these days, everybody on the same shit
Seem like everybody on some fake shit
I'm only singing for the real ones (Real ones, yeah)
All the ones that show me real love (Real love, yeah)
All the ones that have they own mind (Own mind, yeah)
Give me freedom over fame, I ain't tryna play the game, nah (Yeah)

Tony Hawk 900, ride 'til the wheels fall
Tickets for my granddad always at the will-call
Wish that you could see me, though, I'm your reincarnation
Yeah, I'm doing good, but your great-grand is going places
We had to scrap for everything that we had
That's why I'm copping flights left and right, where is you at?
I'm still saving for a rainy day, used to have some hurricanes
Lately it's a drizzle 'cause I live the California way
And every time the rain come, I be like, "We needed it"
Praying for the good only work when you believe in it
Stepping on the porch, is it grass that I'm breathing in?
Boy, I'm from the city, every day is like I'm dreaming it
Plotting on the money, as a teen, I was scheming it
Sell a lil' weed from my jeans, I could see the shit
Just like it was yesterday
Crossroads led me where I'm at and it's a better day
I'm happy that I get to say (Yeah)

Life good, know the hate gon' come
And real shit gon' bring fake love
And these days, everybody on the same shit
Seem like everybody on some fake shit
I'm only singing for the real ones (Real ones, yeah)
All the ones that show me real love (Real love, yeah)
All the ones that have they own mind (Own mind, yeah)
Give me freedom over fame, I ain't tryna play the game, nah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

No complaints, I'm ripping the beat with no restraint
Living legend, nigga, I'm G.O.A.T.-ed, it's really no debate
If it had a kick, then I floated, I had to bit to drink
The faces when I'm spitting got me feeling like my shit do stink
Straight passionate, bring me back to the back of the
Knitting Factory, Slum Village, Wray & Neph' rum spilling
Circle cyph, soaking up the game, we was just children
Told 'em that I work so hard because I love chilling
Every single hero is destined to be someone's villain
Do it for yourself and everyone that make you love living
Can't please everyone
Everyone's a critic when you doing what they never done
Thought they tripped me up and set me up for a better run
I'm only tryna be a better dad, better son, better husband
Safe space, if you need to chat, come in
Door stay ajar just to let the love in (Yeah)

Life good, know the hate gon' come
And real shit gon' bring fake love
And these days, everybody on the same shit
Seem like everybody on some fake shit
I'm only singing for the real ones (Real ones, yeah)
All the ones that show me real love (Real love, yeah)
All the ones that have they own mind (Own mind, yeah)
Give me freedom over fame, I ain't tryna play the game, nah