DJ HONDA - Real to Me lyrics

rate me

uhh huh, it's what's real to me

staying up ( fucus ).....dj honda

getcha mind right

faded visions of what I could be

So let me show you what is real to me

Money, success and my family, to survive in the streets

That's what's real to me

who ever thought it would happen like this

rockin' these hits, poppin' these clips

going over seas and making these chips, stop doing the dirt

and going legit, cause if I stay in the street I'ma fall in the pit

it ain't about the money it's about gettin' quick

so I'll probably get locked, cause I'm playing the strip

since the QB spotted these corner flips, I aint trying to get knocked

nigga that's common sense, trying to be on top so I could represent

FULL A CLIPS to the death of me, I keep it moving with Cuban right next to me

It's like destiny, no matter how tight shit get

He keeps blessing me, keep testing me, to change the whole recipe

Carry the choice live out the whole legacy

I can't call it, if it's ment to be, it's ment to be

this aint a game my life is in jepardy, make sure you ready to die

Before you step to me, why you even telling me lies on ecstasy

Hatin' like you all that fire, I know as well I see

I zone on tracks, I'm lost in this earth were we at

the only source of money is crack, pertecting is gats

I'm hurting inside, look at my tacks it forced me to be a thug

with a heart to clap, I feel like a animal trapped

up in this cage of life, fighting for freedom

Busting gats what we teach them

the young youth for good reasons, be smart

Braveheart, protect your family, let the rest starve

6/15/76... I hit the earth

11:22 thats the time my mom gave birth

a star was born, at the same time my heart was torn

Pops gone but fuck it doe cause life goes on

I gotta stand strong, I gotta make my moms proud

and make my grams laugh in heaven

let her know I'm still counting the blessings

I rock a vest for protecting

and rock a nigga to sleep with a smith & wesson

a little gat have a big nigga undressing

My heart pure I spit raw, a flow like this, there's no cure

I said I lose it put it on track, mash music in the thug form

that got the hood singing my song