Trip Lee - Real Life Music lyrics
[Trip Lee - Real Life Music lyrics]
Yea, look
Hey, they say "Hi!"ndsight is 20
20, well they right it's behind me
Back for the third time
You know where to find me
Hanging on the coattail of
Christ who designed me
Keep me off your brain
In other words don't mind me
The Lord keeps me low
No matter where them folks fly me
Message so timeless, the beats so timely
Spittin for my boss like He signed me
Usually roll with a group of
Brothers like the Isleys
We came to spit it for the
King that you can't erase
We give you facts over music
Call it databass (yes sir)
We press forward to the prize
Hope we ain't astray
No falling back from the goal, no fade aways
Pour my heart out when I write
Till it bumps on the page
Beats over the beat
And it jumps on the stage
Cries out for the souls that
Are hurtin finna lose it here to lift you up
Call it 'elevator music'
Hey, this that real life music
Get dem hands up for that real life music
Hey, this that real life music
Getcha mind ready for that real life music
Just wanna give you somethin real
Ain't comin atcha neck
No we ain't comin atcha grill
Hey look we know just how you feel
But we just wanna give you something real
Look, eh too many spit that fake rap
That most just can't relate to
They ain't got no maybach
They don't get to make rules
They not tryna make stacks
They just tryna make due
Waitin for that payback
For all the work that they do
We ain't in a dream world
We spittin that real life
We live in the real world
And know just what it feels like
So we pressin in like steel spikes
To stand in a fallen world
It don't feel nice
Hey, even if you're rich or
You gotta lotta cash
You still not exempt as everybody on the map
We all feel the pressure heavy
Burdens on our backs
Everyday it's still hard
But we learnin like it's class
In this cold cold world
Where them scammers be
And so many lost their footing
Like an amputee
We know that everybody wonder why
The world's gone wrong
Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone
Hey, this that real life music
Get dem hands up for that real life music
Hey, this that real life music
Getcha mind ready for that real life music
Just wanna give you somethin real
Ain't comin at 'cha neck
No we ain't comin atcha grill
Hey look we know just how you feel
But we just wanna give you something real
Hey, they say "Hi!"ndsight is 20
20, well they right it's behind me
Back for the third time
You know where to find me
Hanging on the coattail of
Christ who designed me
Keep me off your brain
In other words don't mind me
The Lord keeps me low
No matter where them folks fly me
Message so timeless, the beats so timely
Spittin for my boss like He signed me
Usually roll with a group of
Brothers like the Isleys
We came to spit it for the
King that you can't erase
We give you facts over music
Call it databass (yes sir)
We press forward to the prize
Hope we ain't astray
No falling back from the goal, no fade aways
Pour my heart out when I write
Till it bumps on the page
Beats over the beat
And it jumps on the stage
Cries out for the souls that
Are hurtin finna lose it here to lift you up
Call it 'elevator music'
Hey, this that real life music
Get dem hands up for that real life music
Hey, this that real life music
Getcha mind ready for that real life music
Just wanna give you somethin real
Ain't comin atcha neck
No we ain't comin atcha grill
Hey look we know just how you feel
But we just wanna give you something real
Look, eh too many spit that fake rap
That most just can't relate to
They ain't got no maybach
They don't get to make rules
They not tryna make stacks
They just tryna make due
Waitin for that payback
For all the work that they do
We ain't in a dream world
We spittin that real life
We live in the real world
And know just what it feels like
So we pressin in like steel spikes
To stand in a fallen world
It don't feel nice
Hey, even if you're rich or
You gotta lotta cash
You still not exempt as everybody on the map
We all feel the pressure heavy
Burdens on our backs
Everyday it's still hard
But we learnin like it's class
In this cold cold world
Where them scammers be
And so many lost their footing
Like an amputee
We know that everybody wonder why
The world's gone wrong
Got some real life music fo' ya dome, gone
Hey, this that real life music
Get dem hands up for that real life music
Hey, this that real life music
Getcha mind ready for that real life music
Just wanna give you somethin real
Ain't comin at 'cha neck
No we ain't comin atcha grill
Hey look we know just how you feel
But we just wanna give you something real