TALKING TO THE MIC, Pt. 1

You won't understand that shit I had to give to this I gave the game my heart I spit the realest shit I gave the game my heart so they can feel this shit And for the gang I play my part I'm still the realest nigga Still stand on everything I've said I'm still the realest with it And I ain't never write a rhyme on shit i wasn't living And I ain't worried no nigga that ain't none business I'm too busy getting money they just want attention You won't catch me round no goofies cause they do the the most And we ain't have no graduations we had funerals I seen an addict suck that dope right off his cubicle When I saw my step pops off that needle thought I seen a ghost And I still love that nigga even tho he ain't here no more When I finally told my moms I know that she was broken Numbin the shit we seen with all the weed we tokin' When I be in my feelings I be feeling hopeless And so much drugs I need a detox When she give me head sound like she beat boxing We ain't have no nike we had reeboks We ain't have no tommy we had fila I just like talking to the mic you know This shit therapeutic Growing up I ain't never have nobody to talk to Had to deal with this shit myself you know