Twisted Insane - That's Real lyrics

[Verse 1: King-ISO]: It never occurred to me how sick I am It's only real, folks, if it's not planned Like think, what if my strap did not jam? I fetch 'em, many people that up in my hand Try to kick these habits, homie, for this hip-hop, man Feel like Tim Roth and Pac in Gridlock, man Cats out here are trynna' leave me dead Just to jack my plug and try to get my fans So, f** luck, young blood Like I was hit by chance Gon' talk, won't buck with a b**h, like "Damn!" I was homeless, no chips, no [?], like "Man!" But I kept down b**hes that'll kiss my hand Took a chick clean record, put this gun charge on it n***as all on my dick, like they jump off on it Best friend turnin' enemies, Now watch me make it Now I'm looking at them like "Is this the f** y'all want?" Put the other side on, then charge a price 'Yo, gave my law, It's a bargain right n***a told me don't cross him, but he crossed me twice How I've seen "Is lucky he ain't lost his life?" We still bump heads on some awkward nights It's a small a** world, so we're all disciples Can't trust no n***a when you large as life n***a better slow down like [?] light I'm a gangsta, n***a, What the f** y'all mean? Came a long way from the psycho days Whip 'em, soon, they movin', they call me crazy I'm watching that sh**, like 'yo my life go bay My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, n***a I be thinkin' about the psych ward lately, n***a But I finally got a real chance to make it, n***a That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my n***a" That's real [Twisted Insane]: And that's real You know it's gonna be a lot of motherf**ers that try to come in Snakes in the gra** out there, homie And they gon' try to stir sh** up You know what I mean? But it's you It all starts with you, homie What do you wanna do? Who do you wanna be? Now why don't you figure out that? It's all over [?] (Yeah) And that's real [Verse 2: King-ISO]: I ain't half-sh**, n***a, with the flows I lay One bask in the club, Scuffs on my J's Poppin' pills and I would smoke all day Drinkin' liquor, call the hoes my way I can't believe a n***a don't got strength Fake love got thrown my way My idols real like became my homies Just imagine out a whole wide gang I'm thinking to myself, "Why I puff my weed?" I'm high, I get low when I f** my freaks I wake up in the morning and I brush my teeth These n***as in the game wanna dress like me And to think a n***a used to be on cutthroat sh** I ain't talking about space, I mean [?] sh** Now I get racks on blades when I compose sh** Them mothaf**as' can't wait until I upload sh** Success to my enemies is bitter-sweet Speaking up, I need to hit this weed I remember when I was in Atlanta Spillin' cheap a** wine on Bentley seats n***as back home, they was mad as f** It just an image, now it's sad enough I wasn't celebratin' like "n***a, start" I was just content without havin' none Back in traffic, still packin' guns Once you have a son, you quit actin' dumb Finna tell the homeless Now havin' funds Now I'm puttin' on, [?] My brain be hella sick, I'm going crazy, n***a I've been thinkin' about the psych ward lately, n***a But I got a real chance just to make it, n***a That's why I called Insane and said "Thanks, my n***a" That's real [Twisted Insane]: You know, they say music without the Brain is soulless I remember when I was hopeless You know, it's funny that I'm on the f**in' [?] I make what I really pawn, n***a All my idols, All the mothaf**in' tanks I listened to when I was a kid coming up All of them I've done songs with them Ain't that sh** crazy, man? And that's real Yeah, like the mothaf**a was just handlin' sh**, homie No serious bullsh**, n***a It's been a long road 'Ya know? Now it's your road Now it's your time It's on you...