Can I be real ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

A hope and a dream, a pen and a pad

Inspired rhymes from the greatest is all fucking had

2010's back then, in the beast's den

Always knew what I wanted, had to find out who I am

As I was practicing 'em beats and 'em lines, like all the time

I was fiending for a spot that was mine, I had to climb

The ropes of respect and accolades in this game

Still the same, but now I'm fired up up in these flames

From the look on haters faces when they thinkin' I'm insane

Read 'em like an open book and all the thoughts up in their brain

Numbers rising sold out shows, it's sure to cause them pain

Live in shit that you create, while a brotha getting paid

I knew I was gonna make it 'fore I knew that I was made

I been working round the clock, I swear I could not complain

Make a mill and reappear got them shook like David Blaine

Fuck your thoughts, fuck your hate, fuck the numbers and the fame

We were raised up in the struggle, so I know what's like to strife

You keep living in your bubble too afraid to change your life

On your face's a fake smile on my back a lot of knives

I been working like a maniac, while you fuckers getting by

Got the nerve to ask me how

The fuck I did it, how I made it

Was it luck? You must be crazy

This is 10 years in the making

Built this castle you can't break it

You can't kill what's been created

Ain't no way you fucks can change it

We gon' fucking be the greatest

So can I be real

Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel

And can them be real

Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill

And when is on

Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still

And what we do?

Put an end to the deal, and get to chill

I typically get to the point quick, but them opening lines

Rappers say they struggle with 'em, like their hairline

Check it, I won't lie, sometimes goes on with mine

But this song's name is its title, so I'll align

With that shit outta the way, let me kick this off

With special thanks to Em and Dre and the list goes on

Them the reason that I'm on, I was here 'fore y'all were born

I was here ever before your favorite rapper got to blow

I was underground listening, twistin', fittin' my dough

I was cooking lyrics while you were feelin' your favorite show

Never gave up, I just never showed up to be slaved up

My shit, my time, your beat, my rhyme,

Nah, ain't crossin' outta the mind

Stacked up crap, rats and snakes I had to climb

Did I ever close my eyes and dream to rap Nas and

Put up QB signs and, Be lyrically wise

What you know about that

What you know about the struggle

What you know about the streets

Click blaw, feelin' the heat

What you said was the real reason that I never made it

You smile in my fucking face, behind my back you try to play me

Grandma said it, imma be the God's favorite

And if this was Aftermath, I would be the Doc's favorite

But I took back all my credit, gave it to you fucking faggots

Along with them fuckin' shovels, so you dance with the Devil.

Fucking rattles

So can I be real

Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel

And can them be real

Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill

And when is on

Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still

And what we do?

Put an end to the deal, and get to chill