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This Can't Be Real
Freeway
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Uh, yeah
Let me talk to y'all
I swear to God it's all real
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
I grew up on the live side, the PA crime side
Stayin' alive was hard as ever
Me and MD5 and Heemy used to wear the same clothes
We was first cousins so we learned to stick together
It's whatever, they moved in down west
Like two years later, I moved in up north
I love North, that's where I got with Dacious and Neef
Leaky and Little
Seen my first kill, seen a drug deal take its course
I took Shahada down the street from the bus stop
Al-Aqsa Mosque, yeah, that's where I'm keepin' it North
Gas by cutie pie, dropped out of Kensington High
Besides, the teachers wasn't really teachin' the kids
Uh, I got with Oob, Blast, Body, and Grizz
They introduced a younger nigga to the block
They said we gettin' rich, we flood the city with them rocks
(This can't be real)
You feel me?
I swear to God it's all real
Fast forward a year or two
My man just E-420'd the vehicle
I been knew how to rap, but now my raps is visual
'Cause when I talk about the Bentley, y'all niggas really see me in it
Bob Petey in it, windows tinted, BB kitted
Them Ice City niggas really was shinin'
Around the same time, "Major Figgaz" was poppin'
Eve was "Ruff Rydin'", Beanie Sigel was signed
I was chain smokin', coppin' reefer and dimes
Jam, Deke and Rolla took a nigga to J
I spit my heart out to Big Homie
D said, "Big homie, really feelin' your rhymes"
HoJo laughin' at me, "Silly Free, how silly," and he
Came home and got right back on the grind
Then got knocked for attempt to deliver
(This can't be real)
Damn, stupid
I was fresh out, but in the streets, you shippin'
But it was cool, I had connects with the best out
Beanie Sigel made a nigga a promise
He told me, "When you get off house arrest, I got you," he showed me
Let me tell you why the truth was the reason
He had me in the studio for Dynasty and a reason
And ain't nothin' fuckin' with that
Dropped "900 Hustler," it's a wrap
I was totin' the four-four, reppin' State Prop
Fresh off a world tour, livin' my life
State to state, chicks, rockin' the mic
Then my debut album hit stores
But it seems like shit ain't the same
'Cause the niggas that put this together ain't even boss
Things shakin' up, whole team breakin' up
(This can't be real)
Damn, shit crazy, man
They say Jay ain't fuckin' with Dame
If Biggs ain't fuckin' with Jay
That shit's in the way, take it from the way
They said Roc-A-Fella fold, and we left out in the cold
Freeway left naked, I won't sell another record
Y'all talkin' reckless
Y'all disrespectful niggas
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
(This can't be real)
Can't be real, oh
Don't you know that this can't be real?
Oh, oh, oh no
(This can't be real)
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