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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

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