[Intro]
Ay' koka' homie
It don't matter how much work you put in to this sh** homie
Ya' know
There's gonna be some motherf**ers who don't
Don't respect that sh** G'
You know what I mean
n***a's think this sh** came easy homie, ya' know
Real n***a testimony
Yea-yea' hear that
[Chorus]
You can go hard
You can go home
You can give up, give up
When things go wrong
But I put in work
I paid my dues
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But what {though?} k**er real n***a
{will may control?}
As times keep moving on
[Verse 1: Kokane]
If I can identify around pain
I'll paint a ugly picture
But out of this ugly picture
Come victory n***a
Now whats popeye the sailor man
Without brutus
What is jesus christ
Without that n***a named judas
Where would a n***a be without this pain
The type of pain that'll make you blow your brain like Cobain
If it had not been for the man up stairs
I would be dead or in jail, looped out somewhere
Cause I come from a long line of gangstas and macks
And most blacks in the hood got a uncle who smoke crack
Look back at time shake my head ain't that something
Realizing that without god homie we nothing
It took a long time for my eyes to be open
But better late than never nothing change but the weather
I learned a valuble lesson
As quickly as you get blessed
You can loose your blessing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kokane]
Now remember when I used to be the life of the party
Pay the tab at the bar
Drinks for everybody
n***as that I thought used to be my brothers
But when I lost it all
Started showing their true colors
It went from celebrating a n***a
To putting salt on my name
All these MCs I bless in this shady rap game
Felt humiliated, busted and disgusted
The whole worlds laughing at me
n***as I trusted
But the same satin designed to k** me
Is the same thing god use for a n***a victory
Rose out of the ashes
Putting paint where it ain't
Got the family on deck
10 fold in the bank
Couldn't thank you scandalous n***as enough
Seems odd
Because of your wicked ways
Brought me closer to god
Cause these rap n***as in the game some weirdos
Plucking their eyebrows, painting a n***a toes
I use to like Boy George records
But real n***as don't wear no dresses
The game is so vicious
n***as take it up the a** to get illuminati rich
Some n***as pay dues and some n***as don't
The lord is my sheppard and I shall not want
He restore my soul
For his name sake
And yike
Do I walk through the valley of the fake
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
Big wopp from inglewood try to tell me first
He said slick hope your ready rappers get it worst
When I was just damu'ing it was all church
But ever since recognition
I'd a felt cursed
When I was a crash test dummy
They all love me
But once the cash got chunky
Someone's life f**ed me
Cali g**ning rules need to be adjusted
The guidelines ain't in favour of the homies bumping
They don't understand the industry
You can be struggling
Just because a n***a got a deal
Don't mean he check busting
You got a 360 deal, you hungry still
Suppose to be on tour
n***a i'm {o.t?} with pills
I get the chills when I think of how it could of ended
On the 4 yard with all my luxuries suspended
Cause of some sh** a n***a that suppose to be my friend did
For all the homies who didn't get the memo i did
Trill
[Chorus]
[Outro]
As time keeps moving on
A real n***a gotta stay strong
Wooh, wooh, woo, woo, woo