Long Live the Real

So Many People not here So many lost in the Field How can i deal So many niggas in prison Talking the shit i am just hoping you listen. Long Live the Real free all the trill aye Long Live the real Yes it's true the good die young 21 be the new 30 Broad day bright n early 50 shells did bank dirty Rip to a real nigga Lord free all the trill niggas Only a few of us left I got the sht that the real feel They bump my shit while they pop a pill Bump my shit while the load the scale Bumping my shit while they count ah mill I been eating check my Gucci belly Free Adam and biggaveily Wish hiney B could see this shit Count a mill Let him F*ck a bitch Rain and that cold I was stranded Went on that block n demanded The street was my canvas Want it I want it I have it I was so average and turned to a savage Never bite the hand that's going feed you First they laugh at you then they need you Really really they just wanna be you Crazy thing it Be ya own ppl They turnt Chris coupe to his casket Can't lie dug shit tragic Man I swear this one going hurt Took him from the fam put him on a shirt It's a lotta hating niggss in the city that's all I know We come from the same hood shorty why you want me to go Ain't sipping lean I been drowning it Even dip the backwoods in it Anything just to lose the feeling Can't look at my timeline with out crying Can't figure out why niggas dying They wanna make it out just keep trying I know a lot of niggas like f*ck it They cool wit being crabs inna bucket It's crazy how they take my people To the jail or in the streets Rest in piece but I can't sleep How can I knowing you won't be next to me