These Niggas Ain'T Real

Tell me something, To all y’all young brotha's How do you define a real nigga Is it that dude that’s defiling women, Drug dealing, robbing & stealing Claims he’s big pimping, saying he a “G” Cause he did like 6 months in a detention center. Is that what you call real? These niggas ain’t real. What about the niggas that’s Taking care of their kids Handling Grown man biz and Yeah he might have did a couple bids Something like a three year sentence And that’s real I ain’t kidding But y’all ain’t listening. See ya perception of a real nigga is so messed up By age 18 most of our brothers Are gonna be dead or in bloody hand cuffs You out here trying ya luck Robbing for a little bit of paper Stop believing these rap artist These niggas ain’t gangsta. Problem is these niggas is so scared to be somebody Scared they gone see somebody They so used to being nobody They think hustling & catching bodies is actually a hobby But you know what they say ya mind is ya worst enemy So it got ya heart full of hatred, jealousy, & envy Got you thinking you addicted to cigarettes this generation is so dizzy And I’m part of it, trying to make a change So far the moment I’m so busy. These niggas so caught up in the money They overlooking the trap Niggas at war & beefing so heavy they can’t relax Thinking nobody loves them Tell me where’s the loving? Racism exist believe it or not Everybody’s holding grudges They ain’t realizing we all Brothers, sisters, & cousins But In the hood it’s survival of the illest So called thugs claiming they the realest. These niggas ain’t real I’m telling you man When you get locked up or catch a little sentence See how many of ya homies come and visit