[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]

This can't be real

Let me talk to y'all

I swear to god, it's all real

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Freeway]

I grew up on [?] crime side

Staying alive was all [?]

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 [?] and [?]

[?] and [?]

Seen my first [?], in a drug deal [?]

I took [?] down to the street from the buss stop

[?] that's why I'm keeping it north

[?] cutey pie, [?]

Besides, the teachers wasn't really teaching the kid

I got [?]

[?] a younger nigga to [?] they said

We getting riches for the city with the rocks

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]

This can't be real

You feel me?

Swear to god, it's all real

[Verse 2: Freeway]

Fast forward a year or two, my man just [?]

I been knew how to rap, but now my raps is visual

Cause when I talk about the [?], y'all niggas really see me in it

[?] windows tinted [?]

Them ice city niggas really was shining

Around the same time, major figures was popping

Eve was Rough Riding, Beanie Sigel was signed

I was chain smoking, copping reefer and dimes

[?] took a nigga to jay

I spit my heart out, the big homie [?]

Said big homie really feeling your rhymes

[?] laughing at me, silly Free

How silly, he came home and got right back on the grind

And got [?]

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]

This can't be real

You feel me?

Swear to god, it's all real

[Verse 3: Freeway]

I was fresh out, but in the streets [?]

But it was cool, I had the next with the best

Beanie Sigel made a nigga a promis

He told me "When you get off house arrest, I got you"

He showed me, let me tell you how the truth was the reason

He got me in the studio, [?]

And ain't nothing fucking with that

Dropped 900 [?] it's a rap

I was toating the 44, repping State Prop

Fresh off a world tour, living my life

State to state, just rocking a mic

Then my debut album hit stores

But it seems like it ain't the same

Cause the niggas that put this together ain't even [?]

[?] whole team breaking up

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]

This can't be real

You feel me?

Swear to god, it's all real