Real gotta recognize real.
Real gotta recognize real.
I hit a line in a bill.
Repping on top of my will.
Real gotta recognize real.
Real gotta recognize real.
I hit a line in a bill.
I'm trying to get us a mill.
Karma's a bitch, I swear that I'm trying my best to forget it.
Most of these women that don't even check for me hate when I'm mentioned.
They wanna keep it together and post a subliminal message.
Grandma just passed but I know that she's proud of me.
I gotta live for myself and equality.
Parents still playing there numbers in lotteries.
I haven't been to the south in a minute.
You gotta come to my city.
You gotta see how we living.
Harlem city gang, that's a gold mine.
Block people still hustle phone lines.
Locked twice, still paying court fines.
This for my people who work with a purpose.
I don't do gossip 'cos comments resurface.
They wanna throw me away in a prison.
Lucky for me, I'm not new to those limits.
Real gotta recognize real.
Real gotta recognize real.
I hit a line in a bill.
Repping on top of my will.
Real gotta recognize real.
Real gotta recognize real.
I hit a line in a bill.
I'm trying to get us a mill.
Feds lurking, I'm used to this.
'Piff blowing that Buddha shit.
I just need you to hear me.
Real talks on that Henny.
They tried to say I ain't street.
But I'm still making these beats.
I'm sort of used to that cell.
I think I know it too well.
Tell me you hate me, I know you don't mean it.
I'm throwing shots like I' Gilbert Arenas.
They calling cops when they tight for no reason.
I hit you back when I got us a re-up.
I get it, I know this my city.