"Real Me Remix" lyrics
Hurricane Wisdom & NLE Choppa Lyrics
(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)
Like what you know about that struggle, nigga?
WIC cards and EBTs
I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs
Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb
No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be
That's how it been, prayed for my sins to keep my mind at ease
Couldn't even play with other kids, they used to laugh at me
Come home from school, it ain't no food 'cause granny mad at me
I used to wear my sister J's, please don't feel bad for me
'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder
I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it
Please stop callin' me average
If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami
Please don't get it confused
Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you
And I'm hopin' you hear me
Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me
'Cause you hearin' the real me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Days I wasn't rappin', I was tryna make it happen
Titties on the dirty ratchet, that's bad-bitch attachment
Had fights with my daddy, lot of conflict with my mother
Me and sis ain't get along, but forever had my brother
We was rockin' wrong or right and I ain't never choose right
So I was wrong
Kicked out my house, so on the streets where I roamed
I was tryna find love, it wasn't none in the streets
But that fake love was there, had a grip on me (Had a grip on me)
Had to pray for sunshine, I was tired of the rain (Tired of the rain)
When I thought that it was over, God gave me more pain
That's what made me who I am, that's what make us who we is
'Member pointin' at the biggest house and sayin', "This my crib," now it is
Red carpet at my front door
Represent my dead homies who ain't make it home
From the blood left inside the concrete
Rest in peace while I'm clutchin' on a piece
'Cause they gotta feel at least a piece of me
Odds against me, but it made me go harder
Juvenile days made me move a lil' smarter
Most gangster shit I did was be a father
Good dad to my daughter
Said what you know about that struggle, nigga?
Like WIC cards and EBTs
I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs
Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb
No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be
No broken bones, just broken souls, 'cause, bitch, that's how we bleed
I know our house wasn't a home, but, bitch, that's all we need
'Cause I know niggas in the can still eatin' pork and beans
So all I really need is bands, don't need no sympathy
'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder
I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it
Stop callin' me average
If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami
Please don't get it confused
Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you
And I'm hopin' you hear me
Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me
'Cause you hearin' the real me
NLE, Top Shotta, got-
What you know about that
What you know about that struggle, nigga?
WIC cards and EBTs
Mm, that's OD, nigga, that's OD
Hurricane bring that rain
Like what you know about that struggle, nigga?
WIC cards and EBTs
I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs
Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb
No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be
That's how it been, prayed for my sins to keep my mind at ease
Couldn't even play with other kids, they used to laugh at me
Come home from school, it ain't no food 'cause granny mad at me
I used to wear my sister J's, please don't feel bad for me
'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder
I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it
Please stop callin' me average
If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami
Please don't get it confused
Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you
And I'm hopin' you hear me
Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me
'Cause you hearin' the real me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Days I wasn't rappin', I was tryna make it happen
Titties on the dirty ratchet, that's bad-bitch attachment
Had fights with my daddy, lot of conflict with my mother
Me and sis ain't get along, but forever had my brother
We was rockin' wrong or right and I ain't never choose right
So I was wrong
Kicked out my house, so on the streets where I roamed
I was tryna find love, it wasn't none in the streets
But that fake love was there, had a grip on me (Had a grip on me)
Had to pray for sunshine, I was tired of the rain (Tired of the rain)
When I thought that it was over, God gave me more pain
That's what made me who I am, that's what make us who we is
'Member pointin' at the biggest house and sayin', "This my crib," now it is
Red carpet at my front door
Represent my dead homies who ain't make it home
From the blood left inside the concrete
Rest in peace while I'm clutchin' on a piece
'Cause they gotta feel at least a piece of me
Odds against me, but it made me go harder
Juvenile days made me move a lil' smarter
Most gangster shit I did was be a father
Good dad to my daughter
Said what you know about that struggle, nigga?
Like WIC cards and EBTs
I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs
Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb
No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be
No broken bones, just broken souls, 'cause, bitch, that's how we bleed
I know our house wasn't a home, but, bitch, that's all we need
'Cause I know niggas in the can still eatin' pork and beans
So all I really need is bands, don't need no sympathy
'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder
I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it
Stop callin' me average
If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami
Please don't get it confused
Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you
And I'm hopin' you hear me
Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me
'Cause you hearin' the real me
NLE, Top Shotta, got-
What you know about that
What you know about that struggle, nigga?
WIC cards and EBTs
Mm, that's OD, nigga, that's OD
Hurricane bring that rain
