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Alamo Records - Real Life Lyrics

[Intro]
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Iceberg want a bag, bitch

[Chorus]
A lot of crying and hurt
This money don't mean shit, my people in the dirt
From the block where shots go off and niggas get murked
This pain really runnin’ through my veins and it hurt
Tryna get far from home
Looked my mama in her eyes
Told her wipe away all the tears 'cause we winnin' this time
How the hell I stand all the pain and I’m still alive?
I'm tryna feed my gang, just me and my guys
I can't leave 'em out

[Verse 1]
I remember late nights
I was really runnin' through paper, gettin' my plate right
I keep Lil Kodak on my side 'cause he don't play nice
We was really fightin’ the devil with shovels and knives, gotta keep us alive
Woke up to a phone call tellin’ me my dawg dead
Spin the block on the opps, tryna get 'em all dead
Twice on Xan’, tryna feed the fam, but you went all fed
Walking on this thin line of death but I ain't fall in
Yeah, they know Slimelife, but they don't know Shawty
Shawty signed a deal clutchin' on his .40
I remember a nigga tried to off Shawty
Now I got paid, but I can get a nigga gone, oh no
He do not play around
Hands up, lay on the ground
They let Rudy hit the ground
’Bout hundred rounds and smoke, full cloud
[Chorus]
A lot of crying and hurt
This money don't mean shit, my people in the dirt
From the block where shots go off and niggas get murked
This pain really runnin' through my veins and it hurt
Tryna get far from home
Looked my mama in her eyes
Told her wipe away all the tears 'cause we winnin' this time
How the hell I stand all the pain and I'm still alive?
I'm tryna feed my gang, just me and my guys
I can't leave 'em out

[Verse 2]
I don't cap in raps, I was trapped, nigga
They ain't know 'bout the slime, we wasn't on the map, nigga
Now we poppin' and we finna overlap, nigga
Makin' these rappers say slatt, all caps, nigga
Ain't no mystery in my history, boy, I'm in the streets
In my hood with Gotit poppin' way before the industry
A couple niggas didn't make it, that's somethin' you tend to see
All these niggas got fuck niggas' tendencies
Stay in this work for all my mama
I sold coke to my uncle
Baby snake, yeah, I killed trauma
In my head, I can't think right, nah
Mind gone, I'm finna spazz out
Takin' these Percs, I'm 'bout to pass out
See an opp on the block and I'ma air it out
Ain't nothin' to laugh 'bout
[Chorus]
A lot of crying and hurt
This money don't mean shit, my people in the dirt
From the block where shots go off and niggas get murked
This pain really runnin' through my veins and it hurt
Tryna get far from home
Looked my mama in her eyes
Told her wipe away all the tears 'cause we winnin' this time
How the hell I stand all the pain and I'm still alive?
I'm tryna feed my gang, just me and my guys
I can't leave 'em out