Chadrick - Real lyrics

[Verse 1] Hi, my names Chadrick, nice to meet you let me talk to you I'm 16 and clean, no thug raps for you But I rap for the sake of my own I'm taking it home Rough head? I'll pa** you the comb I'll let you know me; people say that I talk 'too white' I'm still black nothing wrong with the talk, right? My parents want the best, sorry If I'm doing good Came from Atlanta, nobody wanted us joining the hoods They saying rappers too emotional Apparently the feelings that you feel ain't even notional I used to hate rap, maybe I still do Rappers losing their meaning except a small few The few who rap about living life; relate-able Instead I'm hearing talk about how prostitutes are date-able Everyday they're making songs about their money Yeah, you got it, now go spend it But you spending it on honeys Taking pride in hitting clubs, girls and cash Talking about "bandz make em' dance"; money gash Rap hasn't died It just fell asleep I'm gonna throw a life vest, other dudes watch it sink Just like Titanic; my heart will go on The line between me and the main is that foreign chiffon Make it real, give the fans something to live by You talking about struggle but you rich and get by I'm gonna pick the world back up, time to revive Trying to show em' they bad, I'm trying to survive I'm writing mental verses while I'm working, that's a goal Join the rap game? nah, I'll swallow it whole You should hear all the verses and understand the feel Understanding everything because you know it's real They have experience... So you ain't alone Yeah, you made it when they see your name on fresh cologne Making music into feelings, and these feelings into soul We're all trying to make a change, so we'll let you know! We rap realness and we'll stay dope