The Hurricane - Can I be real Lyrics

A hope and a dream, a pen and a pad
Inspired rhymes from the greatest is all f*cking had
2010's back then, in the beast's den
Always knew what I wanted, had to find out who I am
As I was practicing 'em beats and 'em lines, like all the time
I was fiending for a spot that was mine, I had to climb
The ropes of respect and accolades in this game
Still the same, but now I'm fired up up in these flames
From the look on haters faces when they thinkin' I'm insane
Read 'em like an open book and all the thoughts up in their brain
Numbers rising sold out shows, it's sure to cause them pain
Live in shit that you create, while a brotha getting paid
I knew I was gonna make it 'fore I knew that I was made
I been working round the clock, I swear I could not complain
Make a mill and reappear got them shook like David Blaine
F*ck your thoughts, f*ck your hate, f*ck the numbers and the fame
We were raised up in the struggle, so I know what's like to strife
You keep living in your bubble too afraid to change your life
On your face's a fake smile on my back a lot of knives
I been working like a maniac, while you f*ckers getting by
Got the nerve to ask me how
The f*ck I did it, how I made it
Was it luck? You must be crazy
This is 10 years in the making
Built this castle you can't break it
You can't kill what's been created
Ain't no way you f*cks can change it
We gon' f*cking be the greatest
So can I be real
Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel
And can them be real
Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill
And when is on
Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still
And what we do?
Put an end to the deal, and get to chill
I typically get to the point quick, but them opening lines
Rappers say they struggle with 'em, like their hairline
Check it, I won't lie, sometimes goes on with mine
But this song's name is its title, so I'll align
With that shit outta the way, let me kick this off
With special thanks to Em and Dre and the list goes on
Them the reason that I'm on, I was here 'fore y'all were born
I was here ever before your favorite rapper got to blow
I was underground listening, twistin', fittin' my dough
I was cooking lyrics while you were feelin' your favorite show
Never gave up, I just never showed up to be slaved up
My shit, my time, your beat, my rhyme,
Nah, ain't crossin' outta the mind
Stacked up crap, rats and snakes I had to climb
Did I ever close my eyes and dream to rap Nas and
Put up QB signs and, Be lyrically wise
What you know about that
What you know about the struggle
What you know about the streets
Click blaw, feelin' the heat
What you said was the real reason that I never made it
You smile in my f*cking face, behind my back you try to play me
Grandma said it, imma be the God's favorite
And if this was Aftermath, I would be the Doc's favorite
But I took back all my credit, gave it to you f*cking faggots
Along with them f*ckin' shovels, so you dance with the Devil.
F*cking rattles
So can I be real
Hell yeah, that's how a homie feel
And can them be real
Nah, that shit'll make a trigger ill
And when is on
Is on, slugs freeze a tricker still
And what we do?
Put an end to the deal, and get to chill