D-MAC - Shit Real lyrics

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Yeah straight out to ghetto, no silver spoon had a plastic fork

wondering why God never me shit I was asking for

granny said don't question em, but it's some stuff I have to know

while my mama couldn't be no doctor hood no actress show

spasing all the rational, laying on my mattress

staring up at my ceiling with one of the worst feelings like

shit, man I'm thinking will I ever make it out

the war between my faith and doubt,

I got a lot to play about,

sick a toast to..and this..and the ..

and this fucking cold cuts, I never have in no bucks

yeah I'm fresh but it is my dog shit I want my own stuff

hate depending on the ride man I have in your own sucks

but I can not complain when this life's gone

but who I'm out to blame when mama stress and how to keep the lights off

men we back up on this bills dreaming bout the mill

for that I'll probably kill, my nigga this you real

Chorus:

We need the Lord, to be our shit,

we are all one out on this feel

creeping the steal, is kill to be kill

chasing the mill, 'cause out here,

Shit real, yeah

Time is ugly house, supposed to tell these young niggas how gonna get their money

when the people they see stuntin is the one rapping the hustler

living fast so shit they figure they'll be fast money coming

but in two weeks for a job to cut a check just ain't gonna cut it

and I'm having a budget is the reason hoes ain't bugding

do fuck it, soon as he get he don't go and spin it,

so people callin ignat but he just wanna deliver

and get the say he did it, but fuck one of them bitches

that win and holla before, then all of a sudden diggin

then we know to make the type of women, that's niggas your wife

but who the fuck you might kiddin, we all want that life

big dogs stead us, big ball and live in lavish

and workin at McDonald's ain't gonna get that dream established

and he gonna rest some pockets for unleft the grab the ounce

bag it up, hit the blocks, or we can trip some little money

Chorus:

We need the Lord, to be our shit,

we are all one out on this feel

creeping the steal, is kill to be kill

chasing the mill, 'cause out here,

Shit real, yeah

16 and mama told em stay from ridin..hair

but pimp pressure, had em take advice from ..stare

he 22-9 and all them niggas fuckin dead

locked up in the fucking fears

all ain't got no fucking bread

and neither does he, 'cause he can't get a decent get

got too many charges from all the dump shit that he didn't did

no work history, west to busy tryin to do it big,

back then, now here is don't give a damn for his kids

baby mama is fast, giving up the ass to this nigga think he had cash

had a gas got a pregnant when he smash,

end up dropping out of school,

I best you wish you wouldn't never cut that class,

but it is what it is, she made a commitment

the take care of a child

even if her man a stripping

and yep just like anyone would've predicted

their relationship ended that money became addictive

he looking for a lick, she looking for a tip,

hitting up in prison she end up with a pimp

their daughter grows up never knowing her father

and in other years later she is sacky like her mother, damn.

Damn

Same story different, they aint' hard to tell

look around shit real, my nigga shit real

nigga shit real,

I fair you go shit real, they account it

I'm just the author, I'm

..for life though, that I read yeah

Chorus:

We need the Lord, to be our shit,

we are all one out on this feel

creeping the steal, is kill to be kill

chasing the mill, 'cause out here,

Shit real