This Is Forreal

Go get your money up Blacked out trucks, they already know it's us Telling all my niggas I got em' because it's only us Chilling in Atlanta, just rapping and I made run it up Telling all your problems, I got you, but I don't give a f*ck Ramen noodles with two eggs up in my starter cup Couldn't get a bowl, we wiped his nose because he was acting tough Working two jobs back to back, but it's just not enough Quit for three years, coming back, we good just cleaning rust Back in high school, broke as f*ck, we used to catch the bus Niggas living now, but then back then, we couldn't make this up We couldn't make this up Yeah Telling all your mans, he go to jail, then he come right back Going to the store, we couldn't even get a wrap snack They selling in the streets, my cousin come home with a big stack Owing niggas money, ain't no talking or no chit-chat Growing had it hard, but we ain't even made no Section 8 Mom was tryna find a house, we moved right down at Granny Place Back when I was little, I knew I had to make away a hundred thousand to my father just to see his fucking face Taking all that molly and purse, ain't gon' bring the pain away Saw my mama crying up in my face, I ain't know what to say Living positive, so we would listen to Amazing Grace Ignoring knowing all the haters and they love me, gotta stay away Yeah They don't listen to me now Then they never will If they don't listen to me now They they never will Living in them trenches, close my eyes cause I done seen enough Going in church, lay me in that water, pastor lifted me up Do it for my sister cause I love her, ain't no giving up Call me, I got you I swear, I promise that I'm picking up Yeah