Syk Sense - Real lyrics

[Verse 1] I grew up just a f**ing screw up I'm talking way before the money, when a n***a blew up I'm talking nothing in my stomach, water what I threw up I came from under, in that gutter, where it rain manure Where don't nobody want a future, all the shorties shooters But you can't judge that young man just by what he doing You don't understand the circumstances, how he group up He ain't never had a father, watched his momma toot up I came up with them hot boys, everybody knew us 15, 16, n***as tryna' do us Can't trust a soul cause for that cash yo n***as turn to Judas I'm telling you the truth, my n***a, cause I really do this Now Herbo always on the road, I guess I'm a tourist Scream my name at all my shows, I guess I'm the truest Let me stop acting like I don't know, yes, I'm the truest To put this rap game in a choke hold, yes, I'm the newest But still that youngin' from the bottom, started off with nothing And now I'm all about my dollas all across the country I'm working hard because I'm starvin' and you n***as lunch meat I get respect in every city, dare a n***a touch me, i's gon get ugly I was hateful now I'm living lovely, it's marvelous Everybody screamin' "gang", but they don't know who started it That's a shame how my city the same, some f**ing followers Keep the fame and don't mention my name, unless your dollars up n***a [Verse 2] Free my homies, a couple doing almost life in that sh**ter Life ain't sh**, and they b**h getting piped by they n***as I know n***as that got they life snatched right by they n***as You think he got his life back cause no fight from his n***as f** n***as, don't do right by they n***as at all I get jammed up, believe I know what n***as to call I know my n***as that's gon ride, I know which n***as gon' fall But sad to say, I know I just can't f** with n***as at all Jumped off the porch and then I hit the block, the rest was history They murdered Roc and ever since the street sh** just been into me And for Kobe Squad it's f** the opps, k** all my enemies To ease the pain I pour up eights of lean and pints of Hennessy [Outro] "Ball Like I'm Kobe" the mixtape man Free all my n***as man R.I.P. all my n***as man This real sh** right here man, this real sh** 150 Dream Team the campaign man NLMB