[Hook]
Real recognize real, but how does fake feel?
To ease the pain, we slow it down, we take pills
Pop that ex, pop that tech
Lay you down to rest in the graveyard of regret
Cause I warned you, I am not something to mess with
Now you left a mess, this whole thing is reckless
I’ll wreck this, until theres nothing left
And I won’t rest until you all know that I’m the best
[Verse 1]
My hoodie stay up, call it Treyvon
I make this music so you got something to hate on
But y’all gon go and leave it on Anonymous
Mad because my name is slowly bein synonymous
With greatness. That is what we lackin' in these streets
Nod the wrong way and they quickly assume beef
It ain’t even safe to go and walk these streets by yourself
So don’t question why these dudes keep nine millis in they belt
Pop a tech, cash a check money by the boatload
Get that crack, push it back, thats the way the game goes
Oh you see it now, this what you really want
You wanna be hard, but you can’t even front
Cuz if you weak, you might end up dead in these streets
But if you tough you might go and get ahead in these streets
But wankstas, fillin up this living hell
All the real gangstas, they either dead or in jail
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m the rebirth of Illmatic
Ain’t ever struck out so I’m still at the plate and I’m still battin'
And I’mma still go hard
You already know that this boy, he got bars
And y’all wanna see me, but you ain’t even know my name
You tryna call me out, but you ain’t even know the game
I barely know it myself but I’m tryna get in
If you really want beef, are you tryna get lit?
Y’all need to sit, take a breath
Before I get caught up and you meet the Angel of Death
You need to calm down, before you get ahead of yourself
Messing with the streets is just bad for your health
And I mean it, this is not a game to play with
It’s been so long and these dudes still on the same shit
They live free, they die fast
And they always shoot first, ask questions last
[Hook]
Real recognize real, but how does fake feel?
To ease the pain, we slow it down, we take pills
Pop that ex, pop that tech
Lay you down to rest in the graveyard of regret
Cause I warned you, I am not something to mess with
Now you left a mess, this whole thing is reckless
I’ll wreck this, until theres nothing left
And I won’t rest until you all know that I’m the best
[Verse 1]
My hoodie stay up, call it Treyvon
I make this music so you got something to hate on
But y’all gon go and leave it on Anonymous
Mad because my name is slowly bein synonymous
With greatness. That is what we lackin' in these streets
Nod the wrong way and they quickly assume beef
It ain’t even safe to go and walk these streets by yourself
So don’t question why these dudes keep nine millis in they belt
Pop a tech, cash a check money by the boatload
Get that crack, push it back, thats the way the game goes
Oh you see it now, this what you really want
You wanna be hard, but you can’t even front
Cuz if you weak, you might end up dead in these streets
But if you tough you might go and get ahead in these streets
But wankstas, fillin up this living hell
All the real gangstas, they either dead or in jail
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m the rebirth of Illmatic
Ain’t ever struck out so I’m still at the plate and I’m still battin'
And I’mma still go hard
You already know that this boy, he got bars
And y’all wanna see me, but you ain’t even know my name
You tryna call me out, but you ain’t even know the game
I barely know it myself but I’m tryna get in
If you really want beef, are you tryna get lit?
Y’all need to sit, take a breath
Before I get caught up and you meet the Angel of Death
You need to calm down, before you get ahead of yourself
Messing with the streets is just bad for your health
And I mean it, this is not a game to play with
It’s been so long and these dudes still on the same shit
They live free, they die fast
And they always shoot first, ask questions last
[Hook]
( Figueroa )
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