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young noble - welcome to real life lyrics

[intro: young n0ble & king malachi]
ey ooooh
malachi… take these n+ggas to church my n+gga
arsonal…
ooh
hussein fatal, tony atlanta
krayzie bone, young n0ble outlaw
ey
welcome to real life my n+ggas

[chorus: king malachi, king malachi & krayzie bone]
i don’t know where you been
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
only the strong survive, you gon’ have to earn yo’ stripes
just the way that it is
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
where some good die young, and some wicked keep their life
welcome to real life
welcomе to real life
welcomе to real life

[verse 1: arsonal]
i’m from a real ghetto where poverty is a known issue
the good die young, first rule is keep yo’ chrome wit’ you
hate when you the king, they wanna utilize the throne wit’ you
i sense trouble, i can feel it in my bone tissue
my real life has been a struggle i got real stripes
ahead of my time, feel like i’ve been over that hill twice
the devil is a liar contemplating how to steal lives
how can a n+gga being left dead, make you feel right
i don’t know what this is, it ain’t a fairytale
it’s h+ll on earth, the reality of a scary world
pay attention to what i’m spittin’ hope you hear me well
and if you fall victim to struggle means you clearly fell
we live to die so a spot i must solidify
him or i i’m wavin’ twin glocks call ’em gemini (haha)
welcome to the life i live
they can’t paint the picture like i did (nah)
[chorus: king malachi, king malachi & krayzie bone]
i don’t know where you been
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
only the strong survive, you gon’ have to earn yo’ stripes
just the way that it is
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
where some good die young, and some wicked keep their life
welcome to real life

[verse 2: hussein fatal, king malachi & krayzie bone]
put money in they pocket let ’em hustle give they ass heart
they shot the money back down the ave from the hasch mark
welcome to real life
i counted it and fold it in the corner like a futon
they came from all around for that brown like a coupon
welcome to real life
bling, cream, o.g. mean
strapped on his porch ready to die with his tooth gone
i’ve put in’ so much work on these f+cks
all over jerz i’m dizza, so you k!llas, you can murder these nuts
it’s money out here, and you just lookin’ at it
i get your neighborhood hot, that’s a cookin’ habit (heh)
i’m hardly ever in the state
my cellphone bouncin’ off the towers on the interstate
i prove is outside the booth and when it come to eatin’ out this b+tch
it’s way more than just music
no problems when i’m up in the town, cause when i got it they got it
collectin’ bread is way more than just movin’
had stripes before this and n+ggas can vouch, but will they?
i live the real life of russel crowe in the gladiator
a general crossed by traitors, with fake power
to thugs mansion with them [?]
[chorus: malachi, malachi & krayzie bone, fatal]
i don’t know where you been (where the f+ck you been?)
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
only the strong survive, you gon’ have to earn yo’ stripes
just the way that it is
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
where some good die young, and some wicked keep their life
welcome to real life

[verse 3: tony atlanta, king malachi & krayzie bone]
welcome, welcome, welcome
welcome to real life
welcome, welcome, welcome
welcome to real life
they say that life a b+tch, depend on how you treat her
beat her color purple, kinda like sofia
it’s all smoke and mirrors i hustle through the fog
then she call me steve, i’m stayin’ on my jobs
sh+t goin’ south, i+95
yesterday a birthday, today a homicide
did god make a mistake, when he made me?
jesus on the cross, and i hope that he can save me
d+mn, now i’m runnin’ with the black disciples
index on my tec, my hand is on the rifle
they tryna burn me to jerusalem
but where i’m from lucifer is introducin’ ’em (d+mn)
to c+ckaroaches, and rats and now i’m used to them
i bring the hope to the hopeless, and tell the truth to them
i be coachin’ the coaches and never dupin’ them
they say my nose is like lotus so i be movin’ ’em
[chorus: king malachi, king malachi & krayzie bone]
i don’t know where you been
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
only the strong survive, you gon’ have to earn yo’ stripes
just the way that it is
this ain’t a fairytale, welcome to real life
where some good die young, and some wicked keep their life
welcome to real life

[bridge: krayzie bone & king malachi]
these n+ggas they think they just get in the game
then maybe they lives will change, then reality hit ’em insane
(welcome to real life)
’cause some of my n+ggas acquired the fame only to perish in the flames
barely breathin’ some even dead
(welcome to real life)

[verse 4: krayzie bone]
don’t let the bright lights blur ya vision and blind ya
he had a bright life, but his mission was mindless
seem like the whole world shady, it’s makin’ me crazy
i’m up all night just gettin’ faded, this drama relate
thought obama could change it, now they frownin’ they faces
they don’t understand from tribulation, no human can save us
they say is he truly godly, is he illuminati
they say god is a scandal, i say that’s propaganda
open your mind and focus your eyes
now how many times i gotta say it before they recognize the signs
the strong and wise survives while others lose they lives
because they choose not to move with god, yo’ choice
but can you stand it, when it’s yo’ time to be reprimanded
or will you act like you ain’t understand then?
when it’s no mo’ evil paradise’, when you finally meet your maker what you gon’ do when he say

[verse 5: young n0ble]
welcome to real life, where my days is my nights
and everything i write is like the pain come to life
tellin’ the whole world sh+t i wanna forget
all the days i kept goin’ when i wanted to quit
i named my album son of god, they said it’s blasphemous
i was born a outlaw, i ain’t ask for this
god wouldn’t put nothin’ on my shoulders that i can’t handle
tryna turn a rap song to a black lambo
hurricane sandy cut the lights now they usin’ candles
my cousin scared, said the fiends peepin’ through the window
tryna find light, like the rest of us
survival is your first instinct when god testin ya
remember never let the game get the best of ya
they want your soul, you can keep whatever’s left of ya
measure a man how he stand through the roughest of times
young but i’m old, seen it all, everybody dies
when the thugs cry

- young noble lyrics

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