It don't matter where you're going
If your luck is up or down
Just know that I'm always rolling wit you
It don't matter what you doing if your backs against the wall
Just remember there's a real one next to you
A real one next to you
Look
A real one's next to me
Nobody's perplexing me
Nobody comes next to me
Less you ma ride or die
Like the Brick's Michael's & lil B's
This type of the skill be
Attained When I was rappin all
All alone
Back in my dark days
Freshman year of my high school
Dealt wit a lot of things
So I picked up my first tool
Started spittin'
Cuz I saw some niggas rapping horrible
But When I'm lookin back
At how I rapped
It was adorable
Cuz confidence was all I needed so I told my parents
Then they told me spit 16 I was embarrassed
But I ain't tell nobody cuz I knew my breath was hot
Not because I'm spittin' heat
But because I'm not
Inherited the tools cuz my daddy would compose
But I ain't knew the way because I had a ways to go
But now I write & rap, sing & Mix doing shows
So if u the one who knew me at this time then we Bro's...woah
It don't matter where you're going
If your luck is up or down
If my luck is up or down
Just know that I'm always rolling wit you
It don't matter what you doing if your backs against the wall
Just remember there's a real one next to you
A real one next to you
Real ones allowed ain't got no room for all you fakes
I'd rather eat crumbs wit the bums than with snakes
At a steak n shake
I dunn take
My chance
& make my plans
Work with my friends
Who became my fans
But this is a chance to thank
Some folks investing me
Like my nigga kuya Kev
For believin' in me
I just De'Bunk everything haters throwing at me
While I rock kev's gear
Everywhere that I be
So my boy be working hard for opportunities
Creating spaces for some people wit some talent like me
I found the perfect place to harness all my gifts to my needs
My predecessor made a way so I could spread my wings
The way that Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Is the same way he came so ya boy could talk
It's just cause and effect passion from a hobby
Without that Open Mic of his I wonder where I be
It don't matter where you going
If your luck is up or down
Just know that I'm always rolling wit you
It don't matter what you doing if your backs against the wall
Just remember there's a real one next to you
A real one next to you
Ain't getting thru to me
Unless u knew me 'fore all of this
The only way I'll let u slide is if yo name on the list
Like Mo-buckets
Or maybe Brian
Or my cousin like Nehemiah
Or the family from either side
Or the first few
Handful
Folks in ma camp
That've reached out with they hand
And Have helped me grow a limb
And have helped me in my journey
When I'm making all I can
This is they moment to shine
So if u not one of them
Have fun watching from outside
U ain't Henny
Biz
Thibs
Maybe Samy
Maybe Chris
Maybe E
Maybe Mickey
Maybe Quinton
Maybe Mez
Maybe Noah
Maybe Mets
Maybe Kaleb
Maybe Spence
U ain't none of these ppl so u
Can't even make amends
Real quick take a glance
U ain't lasagna boy material
So U won't get a chance
That's just easy as it gets
I let u know ahead of time of what I'm becoming to be
I warned u first on don't be mad so don't come runnin' @ me
Cuz
U ain't Yemima
U ain't ma nigga
U isn't cuz'
U ain't the people
I'm singing to all on flesh n blood
U isn't Benu
Naol
You definitely not Nahom A
So u just affiliated to one of the Vilone's
I guess I'll let it slide cuz they like my familia
Even if ion know even if u familiar
To one of my Kinfolk
I guess that we cool bro
& Just because of that
Imma have to let u in bro
C'mon yo
It don't matter where you going
If your luck is up or down
Just know that I'm always rolling wit you
It don't matter what you doing if your backs against the wall
Just remember there's a real one next to you
A real one next to you
My realest one is
There's One person
I ain't mention to you niggas at all
It's somebody who dun believed in me
The most outta y'all
Beside my cousin
She the one that stayed rockin with me
She Put hiatus
In her favorites & it's shocking to me
When I dropped hidden tapes
She kept praying for me
Didn't care about the fakes
When the realest with me
I Couldn't doubt her one bit
Cuz she didn't wit me
Last thing I said to her was
Who gon' ride wit me