Real Africans

What you know about a Glock 9 F*ck a Glock 9 You can find choppers with them kids by the stop sign They garden the streets going through hard times Child rebels with automatic and dark minds Following orders, bodies in water Run inside ya home and give a baby to ya daughter Now you fathered a bastard welcome to Africa No freedom of speech is fucking up yo character You under the sun, now you going cuckoo They make the millions and they tossin' you the foufou Plus America don't even help like they used too You can only depend on ya prayers and ya deuce-deuce Yeah, and I was dreaming 'bout a new coupe You wanna be a man but you never bought a new suit Drama keep coming so we hustle 'til the sun up Ain't been home for 3 days, preparing for the summer I never left but they saying that I'm back again, yup I'm a real african You talking with a real live african You need to be with the government to rock that ice And you can buy some fresh J's but they twice the price Snipers in place they can swipe ya life So when you go out to the store You should crawl on the floor Picture going out under these circumstances Bet you wish you was a slave that had a chance to leave If you reach thirteen and you still breathing I bet you thank God even if you didn't believe Red dirt on my Louis shoes, 20 on my sleeve Gunshots outside and I ain't trynna bleed Plus I'm fresh out of jail like Mandela First thought in my mind was "Get your raps better" So I made it happen... but it wasn't easy I feel the pain 'cause the streets need me If rapping is art class and I'm just a nigga Then I just got a prize for painting this ghetto picture I never left but they saying that I'm back again, yup I'm a real african You talking with a real live african I been waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine I started the revolution, put my neck on the line Cutting everybody off that was wasting my time Meanwhile your favorite rapper was just faking his rhymes In my hood niggas says I been lost it You talking about that new 6, but I been flossed it Overseas shopping like jewlery don't cost shit Royal blood line I don't never get exhausted Pimps don't trip so my Louis V's tied up Fresh Prince, only uncle Phil can try us All you other boogie ass niggas gotta ride bus Fine girls jump inside the Phantom when it ride up And only God I trust in the paths I walked in The roads I made up, I never gave up Thought we went broke, fucked around and got famous Now we in the same room and you niggas are namless