Damn,
it's hard being a real nigga.
Clutching on steel triggers,
pouring Kool-Aid on heel fingers
for niggas I cut for,
put a hole out my truck for,
take a bullet to my gut for,
shoot up your cuss for,
and nigga, you asking me what for?
Cause this check I wrote until death won't bounce.
Cause to quit is to curse and excuses don't count.
Yes,
the real nigga blues.
Short sticks for long brooms,
two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom.
Bullet wounds in my flesh,
powder burns I digest,
on the front line I press until in peace I may rest.
For battles I can't win,
with stripes I must defend,
them bent to the pen behind friends,
and I still can't turn my flags in.
When
you break weak, I gots to stand strong.
I strive to go hard while you strive to go home.
These checks I write are required day and night,
for better or worse,
ups and downs,
or just plain old fist bites.
Packing all the weight,
putting in work from birth,
running myself in the dirt,
and you asking me why my back hurts?
Even when your gal tried to give me some fish,
I 86'd that *.
Poured your coke but you were scared to dismiss that bitch.
But I guess you gots to be one of me,
or walk in my shoes,
or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues.
Yeah,
the real nigga blues.
I can't bend,
break,
front,
prod,
fold,
or get hacked.
It's like I'm married to this game,
my team loses if I get sacked.
Turning down licks on niggas I know ain't got no heart.
Arguing with my baby mama,
cause she's convinced you's a mob.
My word is my bond,
my life is my son,
my deuce is my gun,
and my fear's to have none,
cause I refuse to run.
And for my honor I'll die,
and for my mother I'll lie.
My heart done got hard,
I still show regards,
call out to the Lord,
but it seems like I can't cry.
So when bullets fly, yeah,
it's my fault.
Locked in with no way out,
* some clout.
This is what I'm about,
even if I am the only one to get caught.
It ain't in me to
bag down, that's like laying my gat down.
Nigga I ride for the cause and I hide from the laws,
and I ain't scared to get racked down.
And for my crime,
yeah,
cops gon' kill.
I ain't no threat
nigga but I will kill,
and told my partners up under them hills,
y'all know how I feel
and that's real.
Yeah,
dig these blues,
the real nigga blues.
Dig this,
my partners hit
a lick for two and a half bricks,
and since I'm the cornerstone of the clique,
they came
to me when the * got thick.
I took in all they evidence and made it mine,
not realizing
while they balling I'd be doing time.
All they had to do was push the witness out of
existence and I would've walked because the case was inconsistent.
But instead they got
caught up in the joy of the fruits from the hustle,
said * me,
let the witness live,
and I got 25 years, all cause I kept it real.
A mark with a squeal, but instead I cheated,
put it on the pill but got shuffled in the deal.
See I respect the code of the streets,
the code of the chief,
but when they gave it to me they said * the police,
we'll
never help these hoes solve a case.
Now tears in my son's face cause his daddy is out of
place with no trace of my pills,
missing my little nigga younger years,
all cause I kept
it real.
Regrets?
Yeah,
sometimes have some.
I'm gon' walk with me time car, it wasn't
my prints on the gun,
in your eyes you was a real nigga,
so what you would've done?
Stand strong?
I'm not surprised.
I was in the county camouflaging my cries,
squabbling
niggas twice my size for mistaken tears for fears in my eyes.
But I ain't asked to be
real, I was born like this.
Sacrificing my for shows for your maybes got me storing like
this, tattered and torn like this.
But my roots won't pluck,
I'm the only reason your
truth won't buck.
But is my authenticity worth the price I'm paying?
All this * I've been
through nigga do it look like I'm playing?
I'ma be there until I get laid down.
All the
ex-real niggas would've still been real,
only if they would've stayed down.
But these my
blues,
I just spread the news to whom I choose,
a tale of a real nigga.
Can you dig his blues?
Yeah,
the real nigga blues.
And all I got is my balls and my words.
Yeah, my balls and my words.