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Let's Be Real
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Let's Be Real was released on December 2, 2022 by Real4life records llc as a part of the album Perception is Reality
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Release DateDecember 2, 2022
LabelReal4life records llc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mujaahid Abdul
Mujaahid Abdul
Songwriter

Lyrics

Most the **** I grew up with
Behind bars or in the streets
And some tryin' act like they hard ain't make it far man they deceased
Same people you give free game too will try to charge you a fee
Try to tellem to think bigger
And They argued with me
I don't wanna be saying r.i.p or free you
Trynna help you stay away from hearing bllltttt or hearing wee woo
Yea I know you play the streets but it's ya family that need you
You was hungry so I gave you food for thought Oh yea that's free food
Times get hard In the trenches
Times get hard trying to get it
It was days I almost ate food out the garbage I ain't kidding
Imma go get mine regardless took the bus to get some kitty
I remember I was balling while my bro's was in the bleachers
Trynna put **** on game but they got comfortable at leeches
Had to separate myself cuz I don't like how they be thinking
They the type to fuck a check up for a shopping spree at neimans
Am I good
How I been
Fuck them checkups you don't mean it
I walk by they feel regret
I fuck they necks up yea I see it
He done really went from this to that
Like how they can't believe it
Trust me I done heard what you became I wouldn't wanna be it
**** broke and down and out that's just a sight
That I can't picture man
All they ever worry about is likes up on they instagram
Me I just don't give a damn
It's a bigger picture man
**** going tit for tat like
Time just gone stop ticking man
That ain't me
I can't trustem
Ring ring ring
Phone stay buzzing
Like who the hell keep calling me
Stalking me
Pardon me
I can't really blame em
Man I get it
I ain't starting b
I guess from the mud so all that dirt and gravel part of me
I stand on my morals no convincing me or bargaining
I Changed from who I was and I'm so glad to say I'm proud to be
Time it's gone take for all them boys to say they proud of me
Same folks I got in the door done started outing me
Yea same **** who doubted me
Trynna bring in so much M's I might get dizzy
Trynna count the shit
Wrist Water like the fountains is
On top like all these mountains is
I'm X-ing out these fuck ****
You woulda thought that Malcom did it
Fly out to atlanta I feel like lucky like a falcon shitted
Fly I shit on all these ****
Time still tics for all these ****
I got sick of all these bitches
I put **** in position
Let's be real
I don't need you
Let's be real
I can't please you
Days I had to juggle look at what you put me through
Say you been through struggle had to hustle
**** mee too
Just trynna stay woke
Just trynna stay sane
I feel like Sam Jackson all these snakes on the plane
And we can't even fly
Cause we going against the grain
The envy and jealousy
It's hidden in plain sight
I'm given out second chances
I'm getting the same bite
I was down I needed help
And guess what
They told a **** yikeeees
They just frowned and said welp
A **** never lied
I even told them buckle up they belts But **** never ride
Tried to fillemup with hope they
Only left a **** empty
I done went and got some dough
And Then I I left cuz **** envy
That's a shame cuz when I eat my **** eat
Yea if you with me
But these **** be too greedy
Feeling entitled Talm bout gimme
He don't switched sides trynna beat me with the rivals inna city
All I know is go and get it
It's survival in this city
Damn shame if you think I care?
**** Worry bout ya self don't worry bout over here
I'm the same **** who came up and watched no one cheer
And oh yea my story sad but **** no one cares
I ain't worried bout that shit
**** why?
I was just inside Miami getting topped up on a jetski
I was just out in LA smoking that za up in the telly
I was just up out in Vegas counting dead ass Ronald Reagan's
**** hit me like what's shaking trynna shake me cuz they hating
Ion even show no pitty
Count up 20 in they faces
All I do is count these Benji's I was broke but it took patience
I just came up outta of Newark
I got a fork for my cuz Lif
Yea I know we started poor
But we want more we gotta eat
Had to leave **** behind
I still got love but we don't speak
Ion like to stay the same I got a new broad every week
I'm with Khami in atlanta
Giving gifts I feel like Santa
Inna stu I'm spitting fyeee
Like warming up some campers
In that pussy going nuts she eat em up just like they Plamters
Told her swallow up the nut cause I ain't trynna change no pampers
**** say I'm tuff but no one really never heard of him
Know it could get rough
Especially coming out of Irvington
A place where you come up
Now they discussing how to murder him
They just mad cuz he be fly
That's why he always got them birds with him
Let's be real
I don't need you
Let's be real
I can't please you
Days I had to juggle look at what you put me through
Say you been through struggle had to hustle
**** mee too
Written by: Mujaahid Abdul
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