This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
I had some folks trynna kill me
Got niggas thinkin' they is me
I had some folks trynna charge me
Talkin' bout murders and robberies
They look at me as a problem
Trynna figure me out, trynna solve me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I cannot help the streets feel me

This a new year getting new paper
Every six months I got a new hater
Gotta start makin' zombies outta niggas
Actin tough, bring the bitch up out a nigga
Need to tell the truth that's the real you
You talking shit but ion' hear you
I'm so up you down so I ain't near you
So behind me, yeah you in my rearview
They had my face on some news clips
Niggas round here got some loose lips
Hundred some shots out of one clip
Make yo' ass do it gang no flip
I'm makin' sure me and my team good (my kids and my momma nem)
I'm straight on these for the moment, ass niggas and bitches, it's too much that come with them
I'm influenced by dope boys gangsters and OGs so I still hang with them
All my day-one niggas sitting right here beside me
Yeah I still remain with them
This rolley on me got me frozen
[?] died he told me I'm chosen
A year later like a bomb I exploded
Money up now oouu I'm so loaded

This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
I had some folks trynna kill me
Got niggas thinkin' they is me
I had some folks trynna charge me
Talkin' bout murders and robberies
They look at me as a problem
Trynna figure me out, trynna solve me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I cannot help the streets feel me

I had to make a decision
Knew I would have people against me
I had to figure out if I wanted to strap up or wanted to take care of my children
See, selling dope was cool
But it ain't cool when indictment start comin' out
Ain't cool when you trap with a nigga and if he get caught and start runnin' his damn mouth
Two shows, one night had to hop on a Leer
They don't wanna see me right here
They wanna catch me sleep without the banger, but I'm never wrong out here
Guess you mad 'cause I found out the real you
Cut you off 'cause I ain't feel you
Run ya mouth like a bitch do
Talking down like I'm deaf, ion' hear you
Some shit happen at my show one time, shots got fired they tried to pin it on me
I seen this shit 'fore it happen 'fore I started winning close people started switchin' on me
Lil' bitch tried to bash me 'cause ion' give that hoe the dick
Mad 'cause I'm not the nigga that she with
Or is it 'cause I'm up and havin' shit?

This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
I had some folks trynna kill me
Got niggas thinkin' they is me
I had some folks trynna charge me
Talkin' bout murders and robberies
They look at me as a problem
Trynna figure me out, trynna solve me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I had to make them folks feel me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
This right here, right here, the real me
I cannot help the streets feel me

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Demario White Jr.