Real Nigga Roses (feat. Trae the Truth)

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Damn, that hurt
Uh
From the block, pitchin' rocks where they play to win
And eight times out of ten, you make it to that pen

The other two make it out, but still, this ain't the end
They break bread and lose it all from they fake friends
Unless you smart enough to call on your next of kin
Who want the extra mile and help you wash off your sins

See, I'm grown I stop makin' friends, as a kid
See, I'm real, if you ain't with me, boy, just say it den
Cause it's no hard feelings, I'm real and authentic
I respect how niggas step and except honest criticism

I really count my blessings, it's heartfelt when I get privileged
From a child I had to witness things not meant for children
A straight 80's baby mama had us when she was younger
Under 21 in love with a trap nigga out of Willow Run

I guess crack was the drug of choice when they was havin' fun
And sent my daddy to the pen and then it trickled down to his son
A straight dope seller nigga, look what I've become
I escaped the pen cause I took heed off what my brother done

I was Wayne's middle child but the bad seed, his oldest son
On Goodson Road with a gun, God really looked over Shun
I seen him catch his first body, shot a man in the stomach
And from that point, that's how we rockin', on my mama, that's how we comin
Yeah, you talk that talk, blood, but u ain't walk-in til blood running
Out of your partner brain, then you got to explain to his mama

So chill, lil' homie, this for the real only
Put your seat back, kid, I want you to feel the moment
The cemetery really full of all our dead homies
We used to bust down Rollo's, so put ice on they headstones
And look over they kids before they grow up like you was on us
And if God said the same, they walk the stage for they diploma

It's good to show love to your bros that been through the storm
That's why I give em' roses while they in the physical form
Yeah, I give em' roses for they doors closin
Even for doors was open, I told em' they was chosen

My free smoke flow, jump in the six like I'm DeRozan
I hit Serg, he hit Drizzy on this OVO shit
We was sittin' in the bricks at first, contemplating
When Serg told em' what happened, they thought we was exaggeratin

Sittin' in the bricks, geekin' for real, me and Band Pacino
He still tryna take in how he backstage with Meek Mills
We the owners, boy, you said that before the deal
Word to Big Tony, Still Living views over one mil

One love to T Dog I'm one phone call away for real
I'm just feelin' fucked up ever since my baby got killed
Just don't know what to say to Janie Mae what can I say
Can't even jam my lil' nigga with tears in my face
And that's the exact pain that I feel for my Aunt Grace
For Chas Ln Robot some things money just can't replace

So chill, lil' homie, this for the real only
Put your seats back, kid, I want you to feel the moment
The cemetery really full of all our dead homies
We used to buzz down Rollo, so put ice on they headstones
And look over they kids before they grow up like you would want us
And if God say the same, they walk the stage for they diploma
It's good to show love to your bros that been through the storm
That's why I give them roses while they in the physical form

Legendary physical form, off in this Maybach
Memories displayed at a distance, wish I could play back
Pain was takin', ain't body blowin', hope I can shake back
Niggas got me somewhere disgusted, hate I can't take back
Thinkin' bout my homies, I'm missin' like M.U.G
My brother Clip, D.J. too, sack chasin' me

Shit ain't been the same watchin' niggas jump outta pocket
Jump out over here, turn, Russell think I'm a rocket
Tell him I don't f*ck with no rifle unless I stock it
One in the medulla for pressure, no time to cock it

I used to shed tears, but now I got him in ink
Go against the way I think, I'ma drain him like he a sink
I feel it in the air, niggas dirty, tell him they stink
If you ain't least a thousand, no point in me tryin' to link

This that Trae talk, Trae Tre 100 you know the vibes
Any given day, we gon' load up like time to slide
I wish I could've told you how much that I love y'all
That's why I sent my real nigga roses

I just want her to know how much that I love y'all
Why y'all still here
I just want her to know how much that I love y'all
Why y'all still here

Why y'all still here
Damn that hurt
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