Still Real (Explicit)

Still Real (Explicit) - Fat Joe (肥仔喬)

Its so depressing uh

Be the realest sh*t I ever wrote (money and cars b**ches)

Sh*t is real part 2 (***) modern day (society yaknow )

See what its like to walk in my shoes

It aint all fun and games (ya heard )Yo yo

Im sick and tired of stressin every days a different lesson

Im free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression

My son joey still slow my moms got cancer in her throat

My big brother sniffin d**e

Lemme know how many motherf**ker wanna be just like me

Screamed at and treated like sh*t by your wifey

This hot b**ch be sweatin the coke cash

My baby mother think I grow dough out my a**

Its like how much fight I got left in me

Niggaz wont be happy till they bring the f**kin death of me

But you never see joe look weak or flow off beat

And charlie sees the board in four more weeks

You gotta walk where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where Im going to

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues how I payed

To get where Im going to

You gotta walk where I walked Bang

Where I bang Slang where I hang To get where Im going to

Blaze who I blazed Pay dues how I payed

To get where Im going to

Uh yo the south bronx nine years later

Aint nuttin changed niggaz still playa haters

T s the best thats done it forever live and never front it

Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz run it

Now we flooded with jewels hundreds of dudes

Crowd the coliseum to hear they favorite tunes

Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one

The angels came down took my twin big pun

Sh*t were unbalanced throughout the whole world

All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl

Hope your listenin tell ton that we still missin him

Im like a prisoner in jail with no visitors

Yeah uh aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you

Even though you switched teams Im praying for you

We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar

You was my sons godfather where the f**k is your honor

Cant even rap the sh*t we did together

Youd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever

You broke the first code

Id like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold

Snitch ni**a turned state to sold ya soul

How could a ni**a that was clappin in the streets

Start yappin to the deez like what I rightly should believe

Like ever verse is a charge for every hurt theres a scar

I never once tried to hurt chall

Im just tryna do me sell a few cds

Buy land in miami and cop a new b come on

Motherf**kers think its sweet

Think a ni**a got money and a ni**a dont feel pain

You aint never feel my pain

You dont know what the f**k Im goin through

Niggaz lookin at me like he got it made

Like I aint lose pun my grandfather a week later

My aunt a month later

Like my f**kin sister aint in a coma right now

You motherf**kers dont know pain

Lets get one thing clear; moneyll never buy you happiness

My true niggaz walk with me now

You gotta walk where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where Im going to

To get where Im going to

Blaze who I blazed Pay dues how I payed

To get where Im going to

You gotta walk where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where Im going to