This Can’t Be Real
[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]
This can't be real
Let me talk to y'all
I swear to god, it's all real
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I grew up on [?] crime side
Staying alive was all [?]
Used to wear the same clothes, we was first cousins
So we learned to stick together, it's whatever
They moved in down west, like two years later, I moved in up north
I love north, that's where I got with [?] and [?]
[?] and [?]
Seen my first [?], in a drug deal [?]
I took [?] down to the street from the buss stop
[?] that's why I'm keeping it north
[?] cutey pie, [?]
Besides, the teachers wasn't really teaching the kid
I got [?]
[?] a younger nigga to [?] they said
We getting riches for the city with the rocks
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]
This can't be real
You feel me?
Swear to god, it's all real
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Fast forward a year or two, my man just [?]
I been knew how to rap, but now my raps is visual
Cause when I talk about the [?], y'all niggas really see me in it
[?] windows tinted [?]
Them ice city niggas really was shining
Around the same time, major figures was popping
Eve was Rough Riding, Beanie Sigel was signed
I was chain smoking, copping reefer and dimes
[?] took a nigga to jay
I spit my heart out, the big homie [?]
Said big homie really feeling your rhymes
[?] laughing at me, silly Free
How silly, he came home and got right back on the grind
And got [?]
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]
This can't be real
You feel me?
Swear to god, it's all real
[Verse 3: Freeway]
I was fresh out, but in the streets [?]
But it was cool, I had the next with the best
Beanie Sigel made a nigga a promis
He told me "When you get off house arrest, I got you"
He showed me, let me tell you how the truth was the reason
He got me in the studio, [?]
And ain't nothing fucking with that
Dropped 900 [?] it's a rap
I was toating the 44, repping State Prop
Fresh off a world tour, living my life
State to state, just rocking a mic
Then my debut album hit stores
But it seems like it ain't the same
Cause the niggas that put this together ain't even [?]
[?] whole team breaking up
[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & Freeway]
This can't be real
You feel me?
Swear to god, it's all real