Still Real Songtext / Lyric

It's so depressin', uh

Be the realest shit I ever wrote

(Money and cars, bitches)

Shit Is Real Part 2

(Drugs)

Modern day

(Society you know?)

See what it's like to walk in my shoes

It ain't all fun and games

(You heard?)



Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson

I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression

My son Joey still slow, my mom's got cancer in her throat

My big brother sniffin' dope

Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me

Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey






This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash

My baby mother think I grow doe out my ass

It's like, how much fight I got left in me

Niggaz won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me

But you never see Joe look weak or flow off beat

And Charlie sees the board in four more weeks



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to



Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years later

Ain't nuttin' changed, niggaz still playa haters

T S, the best that's done it, forever live and never front it

Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz "Run it"

Now we flooded with jewels, hundreds of dudes

Crowd the Coliseum to hear their favorite tunes



Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one

The Angels came down, took my twin Big Pun

Shit were unbalanced throughout the whole world

All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl

Hope your listenin', tell Ton' that we still missin' him

I'm like a prisoner in jail with no visitors



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to



Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you

Even though you switched teams, man I'm praying for you

We used to stay up all night countin' dollar for dollar

You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?

Can't even rap the shit we did together

You'd probably have me shackled locked down, doin' bids forever

You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold

Snitch nigga, turned state to sold ya soul



How could a nigga that was clappin' in the streets

Start yappin' to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?

Like ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar

I never once tried to hurt cha'll

I'm just tryin' to do me, sell a few CDs

Buy land in Miami and cop a new B, come on!



Motherfuckers think it's sweet

Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feel pain

You ain't never feel my pain

You don't know what the fuck I'm goin' through

Niggaz lookin' at me like, "He got it made"



Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a week later

My aunt a month later

Like my fuckin' sister ain't in a coma right now!

You motherfuckers don't know pain!

Let's get one thing clear, money'll never buy you happiness

My true niggaz walk with me now



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to



You gotta walk, where I walked

Bang where I bang

Slang where I hang

To get where I'm going to

Stay where I stay

Blaze who I blazed

Pay dues, how I payed

To get where I'm going to