This is a song me & my boy Ghost put together real quick, HOLLA!
Lyrics
Verse 1: (Ibe Wazir)
I don't give a f*** , I got fired makin' minimum wage
So I'm strapped, back on the block, I gotta get paid
These n*** z tryna slow my do', they better know they role
Cause Ibe Wazir can get outta control
I'm in the streets like a State Patrol, but never snitchin'
I'm "The Realist" motha f*** a, that's my only definition
All the Major Record Labels better cut me a deal
F*** wit my scrill, and get finger f*** ed wit the steel
I can't be stopped, that means I can't be popped
You put a price on my head, b*** I can't be copped
This reality, I dare you motha f*** as to battle me
You n*** z doubted me and brought "The Realist" up outta me
This is me now, Midwest, the King of the throne
(Ibe I heard it was the South?) Well we bringin' it home, come on
Chorus: (Ghost)
Before you bob your head you need to actually listen
Everything you hearin', won't be found under fiction
So don't jump the gun and go and dress the image
Cause when it comes to game time, this ain't no scrimmage
(Repeat)
(Ghost, Cru Thick, lets go)
Verse 2: (Ghost)
Recess is over, this is the life I pursue
You only rockin' that hat to the left, cause you saw it on the tube
Hangin' out wit your friends, you tryna act hard and cool
But any real motha f*** a'll tell ya stick to your roots
You never know what'll happen whenever we let loose
You better take a second and remember what you got to lose
I know a lot of these people around here got a Tyson fuse
You'll take shots to the body and won't receive a bruise
Yesterday you were happy cause you copped new shoes
Who knew that by today your ass would be all over the news
I'm not tryin' to shut your eyes, just tellin' the truth
Your heart's softer than a whole section of Rhythm & Blues, boy
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (Ibe Wazir)
My mama's on her knees prayin', Pops sayin' salat
For all those nights I be gone, but they be bringin' me back home
Cause everybody knows, Ibie's known to crack domes
I'll hit you wit a two piece, bigger than Fat Tone
Never thinkin' 'bout a case when I break faces
I'll hit you once and make your lips stick to your braces
You'll fell me one time, right after I land one
On the side of your head wit my fist, call it my handgun
Just one shot, that's all I need
Plus a b*** wit a fat ass and a bag of weed
Look, I'm in the streets from sunrise to sundrop
When that gun pop, +It's Goin' Down+ like Yung Joc
And I won't hesitate, make no mistake
If anybody wanna hate, then they can't even relate (that's what's up)
So here's a big shoutout, to all my real n*** z
Life is not hard, when you keep it real n*** z
(Chorus)
(Repeat)
Come on
