Abso The Great - Ode 2 Da Real lyrics

[Verse 1] The good die young and that's f**ed up Sometimes I gotta ask God what the f**s up Cuz real n***as don't luck up. Gotta start from the bottom Make Ya way to the top and now these n***as gotta problem Can't solve em. Just charge it to the game Nothin wrong wit the target, just gotta change the aim Stop tryina please n***as. This self made hustle. I don't owe you n***as Why give back to the hood. All it did was spoil n***as Most these n***as got content with Mediocre sh** They ain't wanna strive for better. They was cool wit gettin cheddar But it's more than paper dawg. Ya life gotta have purpose I look myself in the mirror everyday like is it worth it All that bullsh** on the surface. Money clothes and fly sh** This something you could feel. You should be bumpin my sh** In the trap all day just to be trapped all day But music like a gift that's why I (w)rap all day. Instead of stressing Cuz man sh** a blessin All n***as care about is gettin salad and some dressing But that mean n***as gettin hella green but they still hungry Paid but not full. Look how they did Mitch and Sonny That's why it ain't no team. Just me doe Movin round the hood like a don no cheadle While you sleepin on yo pillow. n***as lookin for them kilos Stay up. That's my suggestion for my ppl This my Ode to the real Verse 2: 9 to 5 is how you survive.. And all that other sh** It's either be bum or indictments from the government Whippin up the work on the stove.. No need for oven mitts Pocket full of bins these n***as just tryina cover sh**.. ....But can't cover they bail n***as out here eating cheese but can't cover they tail Not I n***a.. See what I spy n***a.. If you ain't built for the game don't try n***a.. Struggled a while n***a I learned that money ain't everything Hustles go wrong at any moment n***a shots could ring Running round wit Glocks and things. Cuz these n***as got Glocks and things Clocking your maneuvers. Plotting on Ya watch and ring It's cold. These n***as cold The f** is wrong wit n***as souls. I swear a Muf**a gettin old I remember back in the day n***as was living by a code These young n***as movin hotter than crack pots in the stove Lemme talk to em. This game ain't for the weak n***as on top of the world and still aim for the streets I'm just aiming for these beats. Nothing more Cuz n***as ain't gon help you when you bleeding on the floor Learn life n***a. I rather have hoopty with a phat knot Than stunting in the benz on the block with the have nots How would you feel if you was broke all ya life... A n***a you know pull up in some sh** wit a price ...That's 6 figures and and ice on 6 fingers.. Couple chains and givin money away... That sh** lingers sh** like that suppose to motivate you... But most n***as gon grow to hate you So never judge a n***a by his face. It ain't suppose to be real These n***as fake... They ain't suppose to be real These n***as fake... They ain't suppose to be real