Ima Be Real (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Edgar Ferrera

Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Edgar Ferrera

Produced by：SkipOnDaBeat

I'ma be real

I ain't as tough I say I am

I'm so scared of going to hell

Killer look in the mirror and ask yourself

Is you really tryna go to jail

Hell no

Yeah I thought so

So stop living like

You ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow

Protect your health and it'd be selfish

If you let the d**gs get the best of you

And prevent you from getting

To witness all your child's grow

That ain't fair

But I'm ballin' by myself

You somewhere out there heart broke

Early September last time

We were together at the same hotel

Damn it's been a minute

You checked in with me

I was just so close to going broke

I feel that I was gon' be

Right back d**g dealin'

Give me what you owe to me

I paid for your loyalty

No way you could give up on me

My house not home

Won't be here too long

Heard the good die young

I pray I could see fourty three

But ten more years is more than enough

Get everything that I want

I'ma iced out reaper

The devil been busy

But I ain't got time for him neither

Stayed in the rain

Ain't complain while they called fema

The pain in me deeper

**** like Hurricane Katrina

Imagine me old back hurtin' in pain

I rather a nigga bust my god d**n brain

I stand with great

Affection waiting for you babe

I move with good intentions

Through everything

And it seems everyone abandoned me

All I know I lean on promethazine

All I know you told me

You'll be there for me

So I come on this music

Brought me refuge

Ran outta d**e it's time to leave

Travel to mecca on my barefoot

Just to find peace

You sick and tired of sorry's

Crying on your diaries

I love you like mollies

It's like it seem cool

For people to play with my heart

Why is it enough to be a fool

Just to see who's smart

I heard your cop put

A voice recorder in your car

I was playin' dumbo

But really you the retard

I don't care if fakin' gon'

Get you farther out here

I'ma live by and die by my honor

I should ballin and flickin

On the time that you call dudes in jail

While I'm sittin' in prison

If you get shot I should kill

Say I'm a deadbeat and

I'm not a good father

Yet you ain't check up on me

When my car burned

How you gon' act like all

Your trauma 'cause of me

P***y a*s h*e you ain't

The only one that's suffering