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whole song: C#m G#m A F#m
|Intro|
Yeah.
Uh.
“Luigi got the sauce, boy.”
|Verse 1|
C#m G#m AOn the real, I push it to the limit, we ain’t stopping — on the real.
F#m C#mHad to make a loss to get a profit — on the real.
G#m AThat new double-R rolls off the carpet — on the real.
F#m C#mWhere I’m from we ain’t had too many options — on the real.
C#m G#m AWhen you see me rocking medals on the stage — on the real.
F#m C#mI came up from the ghetto, sitting safe — on the real.
G#m AI told ’em I’m a rebel and I’m brave — on the real.
F#mOG from the cradle to the grave.
|Pre-Chorus|
C#m G#m AGod bless to the brothers steady chasing only dreams, God bless!
F#m C#mTo these youngins trying to make it on this scene, God bless!
G#m AThank you, Mama, for your prayers, I’m redeemed, God bless!
F#mTo the fans and everybody on my team, God bless!
C#m G#mBy the way, hope you’re hearing every word I say.
A F#mBy the way, pray you get the love you deserve one day.
C#m G#mBy the way, up from the rubble the boy emerged — by the way.
A F#mOn the real — God bless, by the way.
|Chorus|
C#m G#m AI pay my dues, we not the same, I’m in my lane — that’s the path that we on.
F#m(That’s the path that we on.)
C#m G#m AUntil we through, we gotta bear the pain for the brothers who’re gone.
F#m(Brothers who’re gone.)
C#m G#m AOoh-wee! Every day my life is like a movie.
F#m C#mMoving like a vet, I’m not a newbie.
G#m AStacking all these checks like the Fugees.
F#mOoh-wee!
|Verse 2|
I dictate the chapters that my book contain — the authorised author.
At times people mistook my pain, I knew I never fit in, we never looked the same.
Funny how they point when they look for where to put the blame.
We occupied the streets before the Gen Z’s made it popular.
I’ve seen brothers deceased, speak and the cops’ll lock you up.
Levelled up, but still ain’t nothing sweet — this ain’t no trick-or-treat.
Okay, let’s sum it up: I want this cash, listen — see, it was prophesied.
I made it on my own, ain’t no ass-kissing, this fortune won’t make me act different.
On the real, I’ve done enough so I don’t fear death.
On the real, sometimes it’s rough ‘cause of the peer-pressure.
On the real, sometimes I feel like I should pack and leave,
But on the real, I know there’s more that I still got to give.
God bless me as I’m walking on this narrow path;
And God bless you — what you’re making, may He double that.
Hope I stay away from where the trouble at — the rubble trap;
If you feel the same motion — double-tap.
|Chorus|
I pay my dues, we not the same, I’m in my lane — that’s the path that we on.
(That’s the path that we on.)
Until we through, we gotta bear the pain for the brothers who’re gone.
(Brothers who’re gone.)
|Outro|
Ooh-wee! Every day my life is like a movie.
Moving like a vet, I’m not a newbie.
Stacking all these checks like the Fugees.
Ooh-wee!
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