The Real Me - Guilty Simpson

That sounds beautiful, right there

What up Black Milk?

Detroit City, let’s go

Mama got bills, papa got ghost

My new father figure’s popping that toast

On the corner where the dopeman boast

Arguing who got the most

Barely got a pot for roast (Starving)

But always have pots for coke

When you’re broke the hood got jokes

A lot of brothers doing good got smoked

Many blood stains paint the ave

Makes you wonder what choice we have (Not many)

I chose not to take that path

I ain’t tryna feel the DEA’s wrath

So I push it on the freeway fast

Tryna see another b-day pass

Some think my success won’t last

Still I go hard and get cash

Since you don’t know

(It's Guilty you feel me, my foes wanna kill me, I can feel it)

One day you gotta go

(And I know but the dough got me dreaming of filthy, I’mma get it)

Since you don’t know

(Just pop in the disc and you gettin' the real me, I’m the realest)

My friend got killed, his girl got problems

She saw what happened when they robbed him

The block got eyes and ears

The strong survive so dry your tears

Be leery of the guys you speak with

Showing emotion is a sign of weakness

And that’s deep shit

Sometimes the ones you beef with are the ones you eat with

And that’s sad to say

I hate it that your friends gotta act that way

Money is the root when you stack that pay

They wanna do you like MLK

Catch you on the balcony, shoot you in the head

Face down dead, take all your bread

Haters got setups to murk the ballers

That’s why I had to make my circle smaller