That Real Songtext / Lyric

Before I new what I was doing

I was trying to do something

That's the definition, listen of a know it all youngin'

Hard headed, hardly headed in directions I intended

Where I ended was deaded, like no exit except the entrace

So now I'm making my entrance as if I'm hopping the fences

Thinking I'm big pimpin when really I'm just an infant

Adolescent at best had a lesson of living

Given to me the stress, inherited with the vision

Wool over my eyes, blue say is the sky

Grey is the true color but who say it the why

So does that make me pessimistic, if I feel Im alright but that best at this shit

Niggas say Im cool, shorties say Im their lipstick

On the tip of their tongues is my lyrics their whispering

Let's make it apply, right place & the time

Tight space & the vibe is right for lacing a rhyme Might, say Im the prime, light laced in the lime Bittersweet is the beat & together taste is divin Lemonade in the shine, dimmer shade in the blind

Spots in my mirror, forward never rewind

Plots vividly clearer, not saying that Im

Knowing just what Im doing but got faith in my grin

So stop haters youre lying, if you say that you get it how I get it

Swab test your failed, cant spit it how I spit it



One of these days baby I hope to be (it's all real shit)

Whatever that means, it's all better hope to be

One of these days baby I hope to be (it's all real shit)

They say, oh, bringing real shit

Something you could feel shit numb to that dumb it down, spun overkill shit

Run, overhill shit, dated like the fifth wheel

Hate it when they made it

but they praise it just to get deals

Me, never that man, thats never happening

See I be rappin for the feeling I got back when

I was riding on a big wheel, when friends owing me a dollar was a big deal

Sunday night, grandmama cook a big meal, meaning that I do it for the innocents in it still

And if Im naive fucking it man, shit will

Seem better even though the weather seems chill

Spleen chills at the idea of seeming fake,

even though imitation makes mean bills

I mean, innovation will get you recognition but keep it real is really code for the check is missing

And thats cool, cause me, Im a realist

optimistically drinking from the glass of the pessimistic

Baby check it listen



One of these days baby I hope to be (it's all real shit)

Whatever that means, it's all better hope to be

One of these days baby I hope to be (it's all real shit)