Tonart: G major
Verse 1
C
G
C
Uh, look, look,
Am
what you know about being so broke
that you gotta show your grimy side?
Bm
Em
Homie out the window, and he holdin' Tommy high,
Am
man, it's time to ride or die,
folks don't even like us
Bm
Fed s sendin' funny papers
and tryin' to unite us,
Am
and the homie with the money
Actin' like he broke so he
Bm
can't give you no money,
now he's back to sellin' dope
Am
They want me deep in the cell
or stuck in them locks,
Bm
but I pop up on they ass
like a jack in a box
Am
Real talk, thought of this
when I was back in the rocks
Bm
People hear you rappin', homie,
then they try to fly to you
Am
The rap game ain't nothin'
but people to lie to you
Bm
And look how I do you, I keep it 100
Am
You can take it in your ears
and let it soak up in your stomach
Bm
You can't handle that,
then run off the room and vomit
Am
I'm movin' on up like I'm Georgie Weezy
I'm sellin' pounds of Streetsie
C
If you done been where I been,
seen what I saw
G
C
D
Felt how I felt, read from the law
G
If you never had a chance,
C
D
put a pistol in your pants
G
Am
C
G
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
C
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
D
Real talk, that's what I call the
G
If you never had a chance,
C
D
put a pistol in your pants
G
Am
Real talk, that's what
G
C
What you know about ridin' four deep
and the boys get behind you
Bm
C
Put that big light on,
Bm
I guess to try to blind you
Am
Man, must I remind you
that I'm still on probation
Bm
Mama gon' be trippin'
plus the whole congregation
Am
Now my mind get to racin',
plus I got a daughter
Bm
What kind of lady she gon' be
to go without a father?
Am
Now your boy feelin' bothered,
plus I got the hammer on me
Am
I gotta keep the glamour on me
He come to the car, knock up on the glass
Bm
Ask your registration,
then he start to laugh
Em
Am
Then the cop go and gasp,
get a call on the radio
Bm
Lucky for you black boy today,
Am
Now we leave this scene
and your boy gotta piss
we on the way to the liquor
C
And you done been where I've been,
seen what I saw
D
Felt how I felt , ran from the law
G
If you never had a chance
C
D
G
with a pistol in your pants
Am
C
G
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
C
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
D
Real talk, that's what I call the
G
If you never had a chance,
C
D
put a pistol in your pants
G
Am
C
G
C
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
Look, look, hit your B4th
and your boy ain't puntin'
Bm
Throw the screenplay,
watch me start runnin'
Am
I need to reach my goal
even if it means bunions
Bm
Need a gang of O's like a new
Whatever it means,
Bm
it's all about the green George
Benjamin Franklin, man, it's all cream
putting work up in the bag
Bm
Standing on the corner with a .44 mag
Am
If anybody trippin',
I'ma go and slide the clip in
Bm
Cause nowadays nobody
really wanna help
Am
Everybody's selfish,
man, they all about self
Bm
And now I'm bout my money,
so I'm all about wealth
Em
Am
You might see me running
from police again
Bm
Only way I go to jail is for them Benjamins
Am
I'm bout them dividends,
I'm tryna get my paper in
Bm
Cause real talk a n***a
D
really tired of strugglin'
C
been where I been, seen what I saw
G
C
D
Felt how I felt, ran from the law
G
If you never had a chance
C
D
with a pistol in your pants
G
D
C
G
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
C
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
D
Real talk, that's what I call the
G
If you never had a chance
C
with a pistol in your pants
G
C
Real talk, that's what I call the struggle
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