Bambu, DJ Phatrick, Kiwi - F'real F’real lyrics

From underground like Pennywise were
My slanty eyes way too many times I follow
Plans that don't materialize i had to study
Peep the ways of sheisty business guys
Sell you on a dream
Build your music on a pile of lies
I give you game, please
Apply it to your thirsty lives
America is burning
I don't think you'll make it out in time
Used to not know who's for
Real in my early days
Nowadays they probably wouldn't share
My gofundme page and while I'm on that page
It's crazy that it's gotta be
Crowdsourcing money just to cover
All your doctor fees
I guess it's literally value with
Them likеs and shares
Facebook'll detеrmine whether you are
Getting proper care
You probably not, you probably bought plan A
And that don't pay the cost for
Doctor laughing in your fucking face
A shifty character, like capital-E
That'll press you like a keyboard key
The OG is

F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real

F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
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I was born to be a thorn in your side
This what happens when the atoms
Start to split and collide
I do boats on the island
We're propelling raa raa
You think I'm tripping off who
Tripping off they phone timeline?
I'm type regular
Still be smoking J's that I roll
And every time I flex a little
I keep ya'll on your toes
Behind the scenes with it
This could get the feds all in it
They afraid we fund militias
To get weapons augmented
(haha) We buying books for school children
When there's no coordination in your chase
You trippin
It's cool homie, for real for real
You know the deal the deal
The deal is you get broken crown
Like Jack and Jill on fucking hill
I'm just tryna Black Thought, spazz on funk
Flex and stop the president from punching
Buttons at his fucking desk
Topple the chalice
Spill it empty till it's over
Till it's empty as the promises
He made to white voters it's good

F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
Lock him up and throw away the key
That's f'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
I am f'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real

F'real f'real, I coulda got somebody killed
High outta my mind and sitting
Behind the driver's wheel
This life we didn't choose
Pain we didn't wanna feel
The LA hussle, man
That struggle for a dollar bill
Call it what you will
That drama helped your boy survive
Them Veteranos were the ones
Who got me organized and that was life
Not some story to be glorified
To rise and shine
Another day another homicide
And this is why I value every little moment
Not a single breath is wasted
With every lyric spoken
The fucking system is broken
We feel the cause and effect
People dropping more than half
A paycheck for rent
And whatever little is left go
To 40's and mickey-D's
That's some quality of life when
You're scrabbling in these streets
My people are the reason I
Can still afford to breath
To my sister Dawn and my brother E
Rest in peace rest in peace

F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
Lock him up and throw away the key
That's f'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
I am f'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real

F'real f'real f'real f'real
F'real f'real f'real f'real