TCO Mackin - Realist In The Game

Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Its TCO (Yeah)
We only gone give y'all that real shit
Y'all can keep that fake shit! (Right)
Yeah, Yeah (Hey)
Yeah, Yeah
I got a vision
Paint a picture
I just hope that you see it
Stay consistent
Realist in the game
I know imma be it
And imma grind nigga
And know that every fucking season
Ima shine nigga
See in the city it get real`
They fucking dying nigga
The only time you wore a suit
Was in them prom pictures
Done lost some brothers
Tell the truth
I lost my mind nigga
My spirit saying
"Don't fold, cause now they rhyme witcha" (Huh)
They doing anything they can
Just to get 'em some fame
I write these verses
And these hooks
So they could picture my pain
When the cards ain't dealt ya way
You gotta stick to the game
And if they ever talking real
They gone mention my name
I been the truth since my younger days
My brother lost his life for nothing
So my team won't put the guns away
Shit all this pain
I wanna run away
Shit as youth a nigga used to run & play
But now I'm running plays
Praying to God
Cause he know what I need
They say they be showing me love
But I see envy and greed
Telling the truth
Cause really
This the shit that they need
(Aye, this the shit that they need)
See when you living at the bottom
And you tryna make it
And everybody say they found the route
But its the fakest
So if you got a dream
No sitting back
You gotta chase it
Like if you had the recipe
You still gotta make it
(Nigga)
I got a vision
Paint a picture
I just hope that you see it
Stay consistent
Realist in the game
I know imma be it
And imma grind nigga
And know that every fucking season
Ima shine nigga
See in the city it get real
They fucking dying nigga
The only time you wore a suit
Was in them prom pictures
Done lost some brothers
Tell the truth
I lost my mind nigga
My spirit saying
"Don't fold, cause now they rhyme witcha" (Huh)
Up in this booth
And I be killing it
Started with nothing
Turned it to something
Cause we gone make us
A milly quick
That fake ass life
You living
Niggas know I'm really lit
From 716 down to the A
Now I'm on my Philly shit
This how it feel
When you know you the one
They think they real
Cause they pop pills
And they holding a gun
They know I'm real
This how it feel
When they know I'm the one
They think they real
Cause they pop pills
And they holding a gun (Huh)
I got a vision
Paint a picture
I just hope that you see it
Stay consistent
Realist in the game
I know imma be it
And imma grind nigga
And know that every fucking season
Ima shine nigga
See in the city it get real
They fucking dying nigga
The only time you wore a suit
Was in them prom pictures
Done lost some brothers
Tell the truth
I lost my mind nigga
My spirit saying
"Don't fold, cause now they rhyme witcha" (Huh)
And now they rhyme withcha (Huh)
Long Live The Guys (Yeah)
TCO

Written by:
DeJon Mackin

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