[Verse 1: Freeway]
They say another raise in Southern Cali, throw your rain gear on
Cuz' it's guaranteed to pour down when our brains storm
I am a con that is Muslim like Akon, it just so happens I do music for the mean time
This is how I'm eating, my family I'm feedin' no way
How can I tell them there's no food when it's grub time
I know how that shit feel, I used to be up in that lunch line
They eatin' McDonald's while my [?]
But my mother loved me, I swear to God she tried to do her best
So my first check, got her a new address
Take off that old thing, mother, here's your newer dress
We movin' up, we finally made it we are truly blessed, yes

[Hook: Freeway]
I keep it real when I right my songs
I'm just a street n***a write right my wrongs
I gotta go and get that paper, salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home
I keep it real when I write my music
I'm just a street n***a tryna right my wrongs
I gotta keep them things movin', salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home

[Verse 2: The Jacka]
A lot of dope months, but I never recop
Cuz I come through again and lay down the whole spot
I made my momma worry, but I tell her don't cry
I'm in this rap shit and I'm never gon' flop
I'm like a young king, Alhamdulillah
My brothers doin' time, I pray you make it back
We need you out here, it's hard no doubt
My n***a Ron C, I hope you make it out
My n***a Young Kaz I know you'll make it out
If it was up to me, I'd tell em' free you now
But it ain't up to me, don't let em' get you down
Just remember you a G, and you make us all proud
[Hook]
I keep it real when I right my songs
I'm just a street n***a write right my wrongs
I gotta go and get that paper, salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home
I keep it real when I write my music
I'm just a street n***a tryna right my wrongs
I gotta keep them things movin', salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home

[Verse 3: Cormega]

[Hook]
I keep it real when I right my songs
I'm just a street n***a write right my wrongs
I gotta go and get that paper, salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home
I keep it real when I write my music
I'm just a street n***a tryna right my wrongs
I gotta keep them things movin', salute the wife and kiss the kids if we don't make it home