The Thought - COST OF KEEPING REAL (feat. XZavier & Smith the Poet) Lyrics

(Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face)
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F*ck Eric Holder

You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake

I was off a couple grams of them psilocybin shrooms (shroooms!)
When I tuned into a cam, to see what they gonna do (doooo!)
Down on Crenshaw where the God of the neighborhood got clapped (alright)
Tension in the parking lot, got the people running laps
LAPD, NOI, ghetto-choppers in the sky
Teeny-boppers crying "Why?!" cause a gangsta rapper died (Damn.)
They say "he more than hiphop", must be why he got popped
Outlined in that white chalk, shooter came from his block! (Doot doot doot)
The realest always die in the most tragical ways (Facts)
No wonder as they cry, they search for reasons for the pain (Conspiracies)
The healing gets denied in the ghost of practices paid
No wonder as they fly, some lurk and feeding off the graves
Snakes been eating, flooding Eden, with the spirits of the leaders
Break the ceiling, end up weeping, with the limitless believers
Fakes ain't bleeding, they at meetings, flicking tops as they teeter
Race ain't even over, still The Marathon in your speakers (ay)

Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face

You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake

I walk on that "what, what?"
When looking down, "yuh, yuh"
Don't you f*cking dare "nuh-uh"
Putting me f*cking down, cunts
Know I'm f*cking bound in the garish belly of the beast (f*ck!)
Tear me down like these menacing clowns, pulling hair out, no peace (agh!)
Go on 'head, cat fight, what's cat to a tyrant?
Who'll smash then ice 'em if they motherf*cking try him?
Don't bite him over spill and though you chose to lick it
Thicker than Thickens, hold up let's politic, quick, end our f*cking difference
But nihilistic niglets mix excuse, denial's existence
DOW went dip, indulgent, my man lost to ignance
Are you fictional? Indignant, I'm with it
Ain't no choice, can't pick oranges, motherf*cking GET HIM! (get him, get him!)
I just hope I'll be alive in the ending, yeah
I'll probably die, word to Kendrick, yeah
Just dare my guys, green I vision, got spent all chips
Grieving for a gimmick, yeah, or a get-rich scheme, please
It's much more than papes... (NO IT AIN'T!)
Well f*ck y'all lames, get the f*ck up out my face!

Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face

Yeah it's worse than what you say, boy, you cannot relate
'Til they slay, the glimmer strays, but don't ever go away
Said I face the world today, get the f*ck up out my face
It ain't safe in your state, know your city probably flaked
That ain't hate, f*ck a fate, he just never was a fake f*ck
Forsaken all the greats, bruh, complacent with your state, huh?
Don't blame it, just embrace crush, OK to guard The Game, guff
No waiting for your pace, Puff, delay that lost the days
Dumbed down, the river made us
If doubt, the dribble played 'em
To say, the riddle's vacant
More brittle, cause the bass is
Fiddled for some faceless
Given ocean views
Stay pimping on you fools

You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake

(Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face)