Real

By Seth Dyer

On IX

Released on August 6, 2014

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[Intro]


[Verse 1: Seth Dyer]

Every single day I got something that I should prove

And you ain't' gettin' shit unless you got something to lose

But what I gotta' lose I was just all up on the news

Politicians tweeting me like I should be voting for you

But who's voting for me a young black twenty year old

Who's supposed to sell dope, make prison my home and never step into school

Fuck a GPA, tell em' gangster's paradise awaits

Couple miles away we might even get to stay

If we make enough money, if we make enough money

It's irony I'm working for what they could probably take from me

And life has been so cloudy my soul is icy like hockey

Been blocking shots like a goalie behind this mask they won't know me

No, Uh, yeh, tired of making her eyes drown

I ain't' got the time now, I'm on a flight I be headed out

Crew all black it's a black out, don't stand in I stand out

Just trying to remember the people, that I said I would never forget about


[Chorus: Tye Craig]

I'm showing that I'm real with you

So tell me what's the deal with you, yeh

I'm just tryna' keep it real for you

Cuz' the fame and the money it could kill a nigga' yeh

I'm showing that I'm real with you

So tell me what's the deal with you, yeh

I'm just tryna' keep it real for you

Cuz' the fame and the money it could kill a nigga' yeh


[Verse 2: Seth Dyer]

Want tons of bitches with fat asses, hood passes, bad daddies, Drug habits, sex addicts and care about things that don't matter, yeh

See this ain't love so it don't matter

Fuck her she find a new rapper then end up in the same pattern

I had a show last night, man that shit was so tight

Crowd was screaming my lyrics so this is what the stars feel like

Kill my competition early but I'm not the mourning type

Climbing stairs made of coffins to reach the height of my life

Don't want that nine to five, I want to feel like I'm alive

I want to travel the world, I want to see Paris in the night

I want to step into the colosseum, drink Italian wine

And if they never know your dreams they can't take them from you right

So I don't say much I let the music do the talking

I took enough Ls now it's time to cut the loses

About to get a fancy whip my girl is so tired of walking

Girls taking drugs and alcohol thinking it's a love potion


[Chorus]


[Outro]