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b.g. - real life lyrics

[intro]
real life
you know how jizzle be comin’, man, i come with that
real life
and i don’t know no other way, man, this sh+t serious (hold on, mingus, let’s slide)
real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game (alex made this beat)
real life

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m a street n+gga, but jizzle got a heart made of gold
i try to preach to thеse youngsters street life ain’t thе way to go
i was only twelve, i lost my daddy, both of my grannies
it took a minute to understand what that did to my family
i know i’d be dead or in jail if slim and d ain’t grab me
i terrorize my neighborhood, pants saggin’, pistol packin’
to still be here to tell my story, this sh+t’s a blessin’
it really took that twelve and a half for me to learn my lesson
it really took that federal bid for me to get the message
i was in these streets neck+deep, nothin’ no one could tell me
i was a adolescent runnin’ ’round with convicted felons
i been doin’ this sh+t so long, when a n+gga fake, i could smell it
i’d never stamp a n+gga as real if he never been tested
f+ck if he hustle good, how he gon’ respond under pressure?
i’ll read a n+gga and a b+tch good off that first impression
i’m cut from that cloth they make real out and it ain’t no question
[chorus]
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
i walked around that jail every day with a real knife

[verse 2]
i gave my life to the streets early, they ain’t think i would make it
i was on the porch watchin’ n+ggas get money and i could taste it
rest in peace mook, he taught me a lot of sh+t, my dog was ballin’
haters in our own hood lined him up, i swear that sh+t was awful
they robbed and k!lled and set the house on fire with his kids in it
that wasn’t the kids’ business, how you ain’t leave the kids livin’?
i don’t be cappin’, jizzle grew up in the real trenches
some sh+t i did a lot i witnessed, most of it was senseless
i reminisce about the past and i just cross my heart
it’s hard to trust my closest friends, that’s how i lost my pa
always kept tellin’ doogie, “don’t make the mistakes your daddy made”
i’ll k!ll and die for them lil’ n+ggas, i put that on my daddy grave
these streets is dangerous, game f+cked up, this sh+t is wicked
gotta know that slippin’ count, n+gga, this sh+t get tricky
at war, like can’t afford to let no suckers get me
i ride first, every time i stand, n+gga, i stand on business

[chorus]
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
i walked around that jail every day with a real knife
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
this ain’t no joke, this ain’t no game, n+gga, this sh+t real life
i walked around that jail every day with a real knife
[outro]
man, these n+gga talkin’ ’bout, “jizzle ain’t no motherf+ckin’ gangster”
n+gga got life and bullsh+t f+cked up
i been standin’ on what’s real ever since i was a lil’ n+gga
lil’ jit
real life

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