Real Lyrics & Tabs by Meek Mill
Real
guitar chords lyrics
Yeah,
Real written all over this.
Yeah,
Verse 1:
I said I used to get high, just to get by.
Couldn't deal with my reality was livin in a lie.
Sometimes I ask god is we livin just to die.
Conversations with my dad and he livin in the sky.
I think am I going crazy or is this shit for real,
The spirit of a nigga who's real in his appeal.
Fighting to see the light and I'm fighting to keep it real,
Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal.
Got me feeling like Colic, cause all I do is win,
I don't practice no religion cause all I do is sin.
I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in,
Got me feeling like Colic, cause all I do is win,
I don't practice no religion cause all I do is sin.
I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in,
I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin, uhh.
Shit I ain't brag and I don't boast,
But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf,
And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me,
Man I do this for my city, y'all are niggas waitin' on me uhh.
Chorus:
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see,
A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G.
I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me,
Never told, never sold, nigga this is me.
Verse 2:
Yeah, I'm a family man, don't you ever
cross that line where my family stand.
I'll send em' boys to come and get you in that family van.
Cold shooters that let it hammer like Yosemite Sam.
I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at,
Fuck the money, they wanna know where the lean at,
And make em' lean back, I'm talkin fadeaway,
Mike Jordan, gettin it ain't important.
How can I forfeit, nighas makin a fortune,
Livin in fortresses, gettin in on some corporate shit.
Go hard or go home, and that's the often niche,
Same niggas I grew up with I be often with.
Small circle cause niggas will merk you,
Most of the time it's niggas that know you,
But my niggas is purple, hearted.
I seen the snakes before they even started,
Cold, and now we dearly departed.
Chorus:
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see,
A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G.
I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me,
Never told, never sold, nigga this is me.
