Real Life In Rap

Artist：joe budden
Songs Title：real life in rap
I hate yall duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Dont get it ****** up, and dont get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin youre nooooot
-- my ******z want war, whatchu think you good for?
Yeah you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommys black dress is real
I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so
Dont play the game like its just a scrimmage
Dont think that what you hearrrin is just a image
How your songs though? You never spent a day in the bing
******z is movin they mouths but they aint sayin a thing
Half yall vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges
How you baggin up white, but wont scrap in a fight
Sheeeeit, cmon mayne, ******* t aint addin up right
When *******ts thick, whatchu gon do with that pound
But real recognize real, you must be new in this town
All Im hearin is another ** ****s life over tracks
And you lames aint willin to lose your life over rap
Tired of hearin bout you rap dudes comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk
（And umm） Im tired of hearin bout your 4s bust
While I was cuffed on a up North bus
Yall ****** on a tour bus
All them stories bout you gettin money with gangsters
（Guess what?） The *******t is pretty funny to gangsters
Im tired of hearin bout that gat in your boot
Cause when its said and done
and you finished that rap in the booth, its back to the truth
And your * ******t is glass thug （and you） never outside
Cause youse a in the lab thug （youse a） pen and pad thug
It sounds good, you aint pu****** *n work in the projects
But you spittin bout it when you work on your project
Clown answer back, yall never seen the hammers flash
Just photo shoots when cameras flash
All Im hearin is another ******s life over tracks
And you lames aint willin to lose your life over rap
In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugs
See each other in the street and dap, its all love
War stories aint yours about the pounds your man got
Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drop
You aint never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sink
And the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drink
You actin a fool, got real life and rap confused
With them ten oclock songs, you just rappin the news
But I aint mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his dough
But everybodys a thug until them ratchets show
The same dudes that rap about （they get） stuck for all the 1s
And if everybodys a killer, where the ****** is all the punks?
I hope you gettin your loot; just remember
what you spit in the booth
Theres other people thats livin proof
Yall cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane
Andpray that a real NUCCA dont decide to call you out