How Real Is That - Hardo

Trayvon, Martin Luther, King James

23, holy trinity, we just need change

The way that I quote it is real shit, life as I know it

Lies get promoted, the real shit despised and demoted

Infiltrated, posers taking a real nigga’s graces

Relaxation nigga, all in my patience

Go, right out the window

Fuck a job, dope in a rental

I’m only 22, a decade is simple

If I catch a case come on 32 where the feds pace

Stay solid, sing plug, last take

For the glory then make a milly then leave the game

That’s a story that’s barely conquered, just up in flames

Taking chances for the wrong reasons

Scared to do it for the right ones

I been selling drugs all season

I barely ever pick my mic up

How real is that?

(Tell me that nigga)

How real is that?

(I'mma tell em bout it)

I’m so breezy, hundred bricks in a bag, I seen it

Fiends fiending, I’ll make a G easy, I mean it

Glass penis, rocks the same color as semen

This ain’t really what they want, this is the shit they needing

I came a long way from an 8th of a brick

Add 50 grams of soda for two extra zips

Still get em up the street, plug taking them trips

Rap ain’t never changed me, I be still in the mix

That’s why the street niggas love me

Got fans that I copped from and got a brick off me

Nigga, now how real is that

God forgive me for my past, I can’t get that back, nigga