TRILLVILLE LYRICS - Be Real

"Be Real"



[Chorus: 2X]

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

if you gonna rap about it be trill about it

and don't say shit if you can't BE REAL about it



[Verse 1]

Coming up as a child all i seen was hell

My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail

I came robbin and kicking in doors then on my behalf and 17 old

But ya see shorty, My mom was a G

she made it real easy for my Sister and me

She did what she had to do, and got on the grind like a damn nigga would do

Talking about pimping, o she did that too

I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot

And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones that's why I thank my heart to sell dope

I gives a fuck about none of you hoes

All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors

(shorty) and caking these hoes

I'm a pimp, I spend my time making these hoes



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself

A nigga thinkin bout change contemplating my death

Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga

and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

Fucking niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me

Niggaz pulling guns on me damn near drove me crazy

Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope

A little crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat

And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially

momma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)

I dun scratch my head unless it itchs

an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hating bitches

nigga we was brave to die, don't be asking me why

Ill rather hustle in the cold cause niggaz spraying wit fire

All the childhood fixins wit the devil inside the kitchen

Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol



[Verse 3: Bohagen]

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul

And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes

Waiting for the trash collector

Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector

They'll kill you over thirty dollars

I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and collar

I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit

And to this day momma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)

while she was at the church praising the lord

I made through amazingly unscarred

She had to be praying cause I made it by the grace of the god

I'm proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes

Bible in one hand, the other hand 9

dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine



[Chorus - 2X]