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joe blow – real rap lyrics

tryin’ not to go insane cuz the pack never came
got up in this rap game and said that i’ll never change
with the murder gang, sippin’ act in fort wayne
and ever since they lost mane, man the act ain’t been the same
i’m reppin’ artist records see the stamp with two k’s
but just signed my first artist, shouts out to f a
they love me from seattle, kc, to pa
up to alaska, texas, and la
anyway, feel like i’m finna go any day
but i know my daughter straight with all this dough up in the bank
life insurance said she’ll be a millionaire, if i can’t
worth more dead than alive, i almost can’t wait
wouldn’t have made it this far if i didn’t have faith
but times is gettin’ harder, wonder why i even pray
zanny bars, kush, lean, girl, i’m high in every way
tryna deal with the fact my n-gg-s dyin’ every day
but i’m the coach of this team, so i design every play
realest on the rap scene, so i’m tryna change the game
wonder how long will it take, so tired of these lames
fake rap, backpack, tight shirt, skinny jeans
to see my auntie again, i’ll give anything
nothing can stop the pain, i tried every thing
snortin’ line after line, but i cried every drain
so many locked up facin’ time, and he face (life)
i done tried every way, my n-gg-s dyin’ every day
still wonderin’ why i even pray
don’t play by the rules, then why even play
when them goons in ya place at ya safe ya ain’t safe
for tryna run home, they just gun you at the plate
let me see the razor baggies a1 in that plate
and bust this kick down, i’ma run through this today
and watch how quick i turn 36 to 58, now
i said i’m back, in and out of coasts
stretched out, 30 hangin’ out the coat
everyday i’m losin’ hope, got me usin’ more c-ke
and abusin’ more ‘bo, sh-t i used to just smoke
refuse to be broke, turnin’ 2 into 4
every night a n-gg- make the daily news at my show
sleepin’ in my tennis shoes, sh-t i’m used to on the go
and i always been the n-gg-, sh-t i’m used to bein’ known
for this little quarter ounce, just usin’ this cone
i told you slide through, stop usin’ the phone
had to get it on my own, no one used to be home
they say the top lonely, well i’m used to bein’ alone
only shootin’ at ya dome, go to houston for a 4
i been locked up in the lab, f-ck these useless little hoes
buyin’ by the 20 pack, what you tootin’ up ya nose
you know i’m a real n-gg-, you can hear it in my songs, now

- joe blow lyrics

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