Yea, lookEh, they say hind sight is 20/20, well they right it's behind meBack for the third time, you know where to find meHanging on the coat tail of Christ who designed meKeep me off your brain, in other words don't mind meThe Lord keeps me low no matter where them folks fly meMessage so timeless, the beats so timelySpittin for my boss like He signed meUsually roll with a group of brothers like the IsleysWe came to spit it for the King that you can't eraseWe give you facts over music, call it databass (yes sir)We press forward to the prize hope we ain't astrayNo fallin back from the goal, no fade awaysPour my heart out when I write till it pumps on the pageBeats over the beat, and it jumps on the stageCries out for the souls that are hurtin finna lose itHere to lift you up call it elevator musicEh, this that real life musicGet dem hands up for that real life musicEh, this that real life musicGetcha mind ready for that real life musicJust wanna give you somethin realAin't comin atcha neck, no we ain't comin atcha grillEh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you somethingrealLook, eh too many spit that fake rap that most just can't relate toThey ain't got no maybach, they don't get to make rulesThey not tryna make stacks, they just tryna make dueWaitin for that payback, for all the work that they doWe ain't in a dream world, we spittin that real lifeWe live in the real world, and know just what it feels likeSo we pressin in like steel spikesTo stand in a fallen world it don't feel niceEh, even if you're rich or you gotta lota cashYou still not exempt as everybody on the mapWe all feel the pressure heavy burdens on our backsEveryday it's still hard, but we learnin like it's classIn this cold cold world, where them scammers beAnd so many lost they footin, like an amputeeWe know that everybody wonder why the worlds gone wrongGot some real life music fo' ya dome, goneEh, this that real life musicGet dem hands up for that real life musicEh, this that real life musicGetcha mind ready for that real life musicJust wanna give you somethin realAin't comin atcha neck, no we ain't comin atcha grillEh look we know just how you feel, but we just wanna give you somethingreal
