Still Real - Fat Joe

Still Real - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
Its so depressing uh
Be the realest sh*t I ever wrote (money and cars b**ches)
Sh*t is real part 2 (drugs) modern day (society yaknow )
See what its like to walk in my shoes
It aint all fun and games (ya heard )Yo yo
Im sick and tired of stressin every days a different lesson
Im free-fallin tryna leave this deep depression
My son joey still slow my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin d**e
Lemme know how many motherf**ker wanna be just like me
Screamed at and treated like sh*t by your wifey
This hot b**ch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my a**
Its like how much fight I got left in me
Niggaz wont be happy till they bring the f**kin death of me
But you never see joe look weak or flow off beat
And charlie sees the board in four more weeks
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where Im going to
Blaze who I blazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where Im going to
You gotta walk where I walked Bang
Where I bang Slang where I hang To get where Im going to
Blaze who I blazed Pay dues how I payed
To get where Im going to
Uh yo the south bronx nine years later
Aint nuttin changed niggaz still playa haters
T s the best thats done it forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold heat and tell niggaz run it
Now we flooded with jewels hundreds of dudes
Crowd the coliseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angels came down took my twin big pun
Sh*t were unbalanced throughout the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin tell ton that we still missin him
Im like a prisoner in jail with no visitors
Yeah uh aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams Im praying for you
We used to stay up all night countin dollar for dollar
You was my sons godfather where the f**k is your honor
Cant even rap the sh*t we did together
Youd probably have me shackled locked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
Id like to twist ya wifey till it roasts gold
Snitch ni**a turned state to sold ya soul
How could a ni**a that was clappin in the streets
Start yappin to the deez like what I rightly should believe
Like ever verse is a charge for every hurt theres a scar
I never once tried to hurt chall
Im just tryna do me sell a few cds
Buy land in miami and cop a new b come on
Motherf**kers think its sweet
Think a ni**a got money and a ni**a dont feel pain
You aint never feel my pain
You dont know what the f**k Im goin through
Niggaz lookin at me like he got it made
Like I aint lose pun my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month later
Like my f**kin sister aint in a coma right now
You motherf**kers dont know pain
Lets get one thing clear; moneyll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk with me now
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where Im going to
To get where Im going to
Blaze who I blazed Pay dues how I payed
To get where Im going to
You gotta walk where I walked
Bang where I bang
Slang where I hang
To get where Im going to