[Intro]
Real deal Mob fiction
Yeah yeah
Aight look

[Verse 1]
Streets ain't taught me nothing, my imagination did
How you supposed to be a rapper if you a suburb kid?
Watch the world from a distance while you handle ya biz
Wisdoms from my television is all that it is
I admit that my mentality is different
Just wanted a salary worth millions that's legitimate
Had the baggy jeans before my teens with a fat t shirt
But from under the earth is where my enemies lurk
To think while I'm skipping rocks by the pond at night
That some kid is on a block serving rock that night
I'm just lucky to be raised in my area
But somehow a flat screen had helped me escape from my barriers
Curls growing from the twisted dreams I had in my bed
Green on my mind that's why they used to call me broccoli head
Saying "Whatchu know bout whippin bricks in the back room
Getting lifted off pack and rocking hard jewels in the highschool"
Man whatchu know bout friends taking pills on the bleachers
In the bathroom slicing up they wrist like pizza
No cheese no pepperoni no sausage but the
Grip from depression that's been holding them hostage
I might kill you!

[Hook]
I'm so real
I'm so real I'm so real I'm so real
Yeah yeah I might kill you!
I'm so real
I'm so real I'm so real I'm so

[Verse 2]
I feel like Santa tricked me and mislead me with the presents
In better perspective like Montana I was cursed with a blessing
They always tell me that I'm gifted and that I can go places
I'm afraid to look at they faces Incase I never make it
She said "zay I love your vibe your not afraid to be different"
But honestly the compliments don't really have a significance
Cuz when I attempt to spit my heart starts racing
My breaths get shorter and I start misplacing my guts
My glory and all my self worth
But if I don't have the courage do my talents have worth?
My mind gets fried and my body starts shaking
Throat gets dried like the Sahara and I cannot embrace it
Please pass me the water, better yet pass me a hose
Now I'm drowning, disappointed and nobody even knows
The only reason I write is for my personal therapy
It's hard to show poetry made in secrecy so think about it
I mean it only hurts so dear cuz after a couple years I got used to my mothers tears
Hugging her in the night, I guess she raised me right
Cuz some nights I came close to hugging guns tight
I might kill you!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's been a minute and at the the time me & God were distant
Now I try to keep him closer than my skin is to my pigment
Back when I was 15, remember I made a hit list
Of all the kids I wanted dead from the end of my clip
Hate the fact that all that I know is this mob talking and not one of them boys on my list is in a coffin
But at the time my girl made me change my decision
She said I need you in my life not dead or in prison
It really hit me deep, I'm so real
She the reason I ever thought to even speak it to a beat
I asked God, you know I'm faithful do the offering and the tithes
But they trynna touch the family and I can't let it ride
I'm so tempted with murder
Bloody murder on jokas ya never heard of made me learn how to turn a pencil into a burner, I mean
Never too preachy I ain't Martin Luther mr
I had a dream I copped a chopper and I shot up ya sister
I might kill you!

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