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For Real
By: Singa B
Composed By: Nrsimha (Singa B) Bromfield

Hook
I stay out the way for real
These streets is too cold for real
I’m doin my thang,

When I was thirteen
I was working at a game that couldn't be played by other kids of my age
I grew and then aimed for the top
No one could stop this

a dark place
Get on my knees to the surface
Pray
Mediate
Struggle is real mentally
Especially when I've been thru a lot
Lost love ones and close ones
Stay

There's an old saying that some things

Will last forever if they're true

But that was made up by somebody

Who didn't have someone like you

Cause

on paper, I'm basically working for change
I move on improving the earth, but my shit is the bomb I might burst into flames
Yea I'm tryna surface like dirt is

the bass of the beat
As the hourglass pours
Should I save it for later
Invest all my paper
Endeavours, new wagers
Just to spend it all later
And not need

the win
Faith is driven by a Benz
Currency causing a stench
Camera ready for the lense
Label the price I'm a ten
Straight from the heart to the pen
Hitters

Squash the spiders in my vision
An by that I mean incision
I get knife an I get wrist an then I slit it
Life is written on some paper
But then it's eaten

Trying to capture pain on a piece of paper
And light the way for the paths that taper
They told me pen beats the sword
But none conveyed it's a handleless

like its trending
Fresh likes - They’d never see the real me, but they’d believe me
Fly by, Im living in a high life, but Its the sty life


Living with

your racks by the digits

Me and brothers we living
This paper don't end so we Kicking
You Livid
Sit your ass over there
We do not do that over here
Huh

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

asleep what they say isnt deep 
on the surface maybe babies never playin it for keeps 
trying to walk before you crawl
 just wake up and take the call

V1:

Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law
Good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry

reviewing and purchase
Took a chance on something worthless
Saw some gold beneath the surface
Get hot, take shape, just put me in the furnace
Ain't perfect

is nothing if not shared
So teach the kids be demonstrative
No neglect for ones morals
I'm an illustrator unexpected by normal
Respect be formal

Bridge
See the chalk
Read the papers
See the signs
But I guess no GPS
Can change your mind
Going left
With no directions
Doing fine
Do the crime
Do

a sickness to him /  the devil living where his congregation should / suspicion that he preaching just to get his paper good / young girlfriend with

I can’t wait to see two commas in my bank account 

Never nervous when we slidin 

Where the paper route

Big poppi David Ortiz  I'm boutta crack it

Get my coat from coat check
Feel bad because i dont have paper money to tip the check attendant
Be cold and outside again
Then take my chances getting

If you fuck with me first
Overkill you know the deal
Shoot up the hearse
I'm a monster by nature
Don't make me hate ya
I will take yo plate cuz
Fix yo

The schools been teaching poison
Technology advancing, my old thang annoying
I came in with this weed smoke
Can tell by the aroma
The internet can make you

cosigned the Papers
Put their bags by the trash
With no by see yah laters - peace
Without this mindset,
Idk where i would be,
I had to put together every

purpose
Felt so down, I forgot about the surface
Right now I can't drown
All this worth will be worthless, see
I can't go back to not having shit
We all can