Ftlv Interlude

First off let me say My nigga J Address you in a line I fucked up Ain't get ya name tatted on me that time You always gave a nigga facts Never a question in mind You my brotha and I love ya forever live in this rhyme As far as backs well you know I got yours you got mine What's understood ain't gotta be said And that's hard to find The irony in saying that But it was something on my chest And though the ink is permanent you can forever play this back Pissy drunk in the whip but somehow we made it back We was making minimum wage Acting like we making racks Blowing our money on gas and snacks You use to say a nigga'd make it with these raps yeah What's real what's real What's really real I can't tell ya I just know how it feel I can't tell ya I just know how it feel