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On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done
On the real I keep it real from the beginning to the end
Making ends underground ain't no loaner that will lend
Homie got the tightest circle I can't call you a friend
On the real and my gem you and I wouldn't blend
Eighteenth born and beaten lanky from the lack of eating
Parents split and made a demon that grew up to be a heathen
Always screaming fathers leaving so I'd visit him in Dracut
The day I met them faggots I knew what it meant to fake it
Chilled with lames at fourteen until I met J-City
He taught me the game he taught me how to be that gritty
How to learn that lavish life every weekend throwing parties
Willy wonka ticket acid buddha beer kegs and bacardi's
All the Dracut hos and fakes knew Mammoth road was the spot
Black Market in effect we hussle everything we got
Chasin' green in our dreams daily scheming these feigns
Burners knuckles and E's to dirty shit they shoot with beams
But too many of them was wildin' failing moves like Joe Peschie's
City has had enough Lil Peach turn Tedeschi's
Drew got fucking stabbed Marcus got laid out
Then we moved the ops to C-ville where the rapping took it's route
Beginning stages bag it up make money for myself
Spend it quick before I die cuz I don't care about no wealth
Cold winters at night we had blizzards back then
Walk the streets at seventeen to flip and serve a quick ten
Rhymes kept abuse and neglect and my depression in check
Forty hours a week not a enough in my check
Conspiracies and detects at Eagle Park and Jewett
But I'll sell until my death they cut my stamps so what the heck
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done
On the real I keep it real from the beginning to the end
Making ends underground ain't no loaner that will lend
Homie got the tightest circle I can't call you a friend
On the real and my gem you and I wouldn't blend
We used to steal shit brother robbed me so we robbed him back
Lowell's changing for the worst he got arrested for a gat
Fams expendable making it hot so I got my pad
And even though it's like a cell I do the best with what I have
A shitty job to make worse but I at least I chilled with Phil
The illest Lowell's ever had from the villes to Christian Hill
I'm talking Shaughnessy Terrace in the eighties act a menace
I met him when Skrilla started talking grills and tours in Venice
We had too many Robbers twenty nine to be exact
fifteen projects to this date mutha fucka that's a fact
Imagine rap with thirty cats and dealing blowing up your trap
Realest niggaz that was that never talking white or black
But those were the days blazin' haze with the homies
Met Elaborate and Joza on dogs they weren't like them phonies
All in and out the picture but they tell me Cri I'm witcha
Rest in peace Lisa Ruiz you was like my older sister
Free coke in CDs free weed in CDs
Haters hating on my come up on their knees begging please
Local rappers hit me up and talking shit when I'm talking cheese
Right around the time my lung collapsed had surgery like Eazy-E's
Just the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his floor
Shorty's done with my shit so she left and slammed the door
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is won
Message to my unborn son so he will know how it's done
On the real I keep it real from the beginning to the end
Making ends underground ain't no loaner that will lend
Homie got the tightest circle I can't call you a friend
On the real and my gem you and I wouldn't blend
J-City went away for almost eighteen months
When he got out almost died but never quit not even once
It taught me lot's about life and who really got your back
So I made my first album within a year without that slack
I got a song with X-Raided Goretex and thirteen thirty-three
Dr Dizzy Skinny Pimp a video with Robbie T
It only cost my my job and funny people staring at me
Internet be bugging crazy pussies claiming that they'll clap me
F*ck em views is over a quarter a million
But I'ma pass that million I'm aiming for that trillion
Distributed and globally entitled to my royalty
Better days and hopefully dogs reach out for my loyalty
Brahma made it possible I made it out the hospital
The tightest circle one man army making Lowell's chronicle
I'll topple you survival of the fittest is my optical
Better weather flights and Guinness handle every obstacle
Three more gone but they were never really there
Everybody disappeared because they didn't really care
I'm the last one left to share something that they couldn't bear
To tell this city's story I'm on top of this lair
Nobody's movin' how I'm moving I'm the king of Murda Mills
Ain't no motion picture film this is my life and how it feels
Yes I walk around with steel in case you wanna pull and peel
I live my life you follow mine that's jealousy who's really real

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