PullUp Tae - For the real ones

You don't got no where to go yah
Its like you left me stuck and i cant cope wit it
Try to help understand this real nigga so just roll wit it
You can't comprehend cus you dont really face reality
Time for me to let the people know im not a tragedy
You dont gotta care about my struggle dont feel bad for me
I was fired from my job so i made a way for me to sell some weed
And i dont really make excuses cus
My pain is bleeding on my sleeve
I was looking up to you
Its like you looking up to me
How you bragging on some views
And you aint even got deal.
Its like we all against each other
We can really get a mill
Its like they only pay attention
When your feed is full of mentions
They don't know your full story
They wasn't there in the beginning
And that's ten thousand hours
To perfection its a giving
Every L is Lesson turn my lessons into winning
And thats cash nigga buy your mom a crib
Watch her smile you done did it
Manifest to breaking records
Put my name up the guinness
It aint yo time yet
Get better yo business change yo mindset
Just under you gotta redirect yo dialect
Dry yo tears and be humble
You aint grind yet for the real ones
We was broke i shared beds with my cousins
We thought the shit was normal we aint trip about nuffin
Distant from my pops side I guess the culture absent in me
Its hard for me to break because i got the struggle in me
I get calls day to day from niggas i aint seen in years
Got my brudda in the pin he shedding so many tears
Gotta question if you ready cus you aint never face your fears
You be worried bout the critics and validation from your peers
I aint start rapping cus niggas was doin it im just creative
I start rapping at 12 years old that shit was dated
Too real for niggas to fake it i bet they hate it
Clout is like drug they take it and masquerade it
I be thinking bout the money and dishing out different payment
Boss nigga owning taking up different vacants
Niggas be some hoes like they walking and stand in vegas
I aint tryna rap you up just under stand ima make it
It aint yo time yet get better yo business change yo mindset
Just under you gotta redirect yo dialect
Dry yo tears and be humble
You aint grind yet for the real ones

Written by:
Demonte Ojinnaka

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