Nate G on the track - Real

Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving
Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving
The world I grew up in is gone
Now they beefing on the phone
I ain't tryna bitch and moan
I'm tryna pull up at his home
Uncle taught me bout that code
Ever since then I kept my mouth closed
I seen friends turn into foes
So I can't trust em they gone fold
They said my heart getting cold
I said this shit been getting old
Tired of snakes inside my grass
I'm tired of having that shit mowed
But I ain't tired of getting dough
Everything I touch turn into gold
Everything I did they done stole
But we not cut from the same mold
Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving
Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving
I don't punch in no clock
But I'm getting money
I'm crushing the opps
Bruised face nose bloody
My pockets got knots
Blue face real chubby
Only fuck with the boss
Can't fuck with a junkie
I get them bands
Wrap em up like a mummy
Try take it from me
Man he must be a dummy
Cut off his hands cuz he thought it was funny
Must've thought it was sweet
But this shit get unchy
We really came out the bottom
They hated when I ain't have nothin I had to be patient
You not my bruva if you on them statements
Free all of my bruvas who fighting them cases
Brodie he masked up, he masked up like Jason
He come in yo crib, take the safe out your basement
I see a nice bag and I gotta go chase it
We get rid of problems we go out and face it
Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving
Everybody say they real
But when it get real is you sliding
I ain't have no time to heal
I lost some good men two weeks timing
No I'm not the type to kneel
I just adapted to the climate
I heard you the type to squeal
I don't know how these rats surviving

Written by:
Nathan Gwaltney

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