The brothers was stuck on Chuck

Without a mind set

I got tired of watchin "Good Times"

Feelin like J J

I'm standin in the food bank line

My momma was ridin on the bus

Tryna get to work

Early in the morn'

It's cold and her knees hurt

She got a 38 sittin in her purse

Cause my moms was the King

County Jail nurse

So how in the hell could you tell Mix

That I never lived this

When you was just a snotty nose age six

Young buck just graduate

And your lyin when you say

Your street educated

Cause I'ma veteran boy

And you's a new booty

So stop frontin to your friends

Like you knew me

Cause you don't and you never did kid

So F**K your respect

And the shit you claim ya did

To all ya real

When ya claimin ya gang bang

Doin everythin to gain fame

And get yourself a name

But I done seen my homies

Gettin smoked

Over dice games

When you was still

At home doin nice things

Back in the days

Of turtle wax on Cadillacs

Life to a brother was hoes and macks

I had to come up some way

Pimp daddies and ex-Black

Panthers used to school me

Why moms was puttin in eight to twelve

I was in the hood

Gettin schooled on makin mail

I can't let my moms die a poor black sister

Gotta make her richer

So tell me what's real partner

So what's real fool

Back when MLK Way was Empire Way

I was stuck on broke

But I used to hear pimps say

Better get what you can

Get before you get got

Come up and snatch yours

And buy yourself a nice spot

And that's stuck

In my head 'til this day G

So I apply pimp game to life you see

But I ain't beatin on

My sister in the streets

I'ma focus on my real enemy yeah

So if I'm pimpin then who's my hoeys

In D C living in a big white house bro

Changes his name every four years

Mr Carter caught me slippin

But Reagan wasn't gettin his

I never wanted a hand out young Jake

I never got jealous over

How much a brother makes

So I was on my own

No love in the school zone

No blacks in the books so I'm gone

And now the only color

That I love is green see

Cause my history books

Never taught me about me

I may not like where I've been

But I'm lovin where I am

Prime rib f**k Spam

So tell me what's real partner

So what's real fool

Yeah I'd much rather be behind the mic

Then the gat

But the simple fact that my pockets is fat

Means I can't relax

You know what I'm sayin

Haha

Criticized by the main stream

For not bein the house jig

And keepin things squeaky clean

But I can't so I ain't

But I won't play the hard role

Just because you think

That is real to say you kill

When you never held steel

You try to sing

When you rollin in cake-ville

Back in the days you was breakdancin see

I remember when you had tight pants G

So Mr Rap Critic when you

Trys to check me

About my cars and my girls

Claimin you never could respect me

You really think I give a damn partner

The shit I've been through man

I used to roll with the hoes

Hit the Caddy slam the doors

Livin alone cellular phone

Havin no furniture in my home

Rollin to Canada makin my mail

Givin a trick a piece of tail

Livin it large keepin it hard

Life was kinda odd

And rat a tat tat with my gat

Sat in my lap G

The Hilton Hotel was my spot

I'm runnin my things see

I went from hustlin cheese

To double platinum LPs

But you still can't feel me

Boy the head don't get fat

If you know where your at

Instead of ridin my back

Check your own dat and that's facts

Now what's real partner

Haha so what's real

Yeah and all you

Clown runnin around town

Tellin people me and yous was down

When I was doing

Parties at the Boy's Club

You was sellin match books of weed partner

I was about handlin my business

And you was about smokin your gri-nass

So check yourself

You wanna see the big head champ

And that's real to the fullest and I'm out