R3 (Real Recognize Real) [feat. Flo Kennedy] Video (MV)

Speak for yourself, I'm relieved of the help, I'm indie not Ari
I'm hardly apologizing for all the conquering
Feel like the white man, except I'm viewed as violent
Even when my moves is silent, like the 'C' in indictment
I murdered it aimless like I ain't even tryin'
Written on only two pages, scribbled down thirty-two lines
I see 'em goin' through phases, this is my whole lifeline
It's been supply my wages
Don't tell me bout pain, you ever had insomnia, interview tomorrow
Damn near got a baby momma over fifty dollars
25 I'm done with drama, Mary J. all on my noggin
Maybe I need em older, pray we don't grow up colder
'Cause them early years homeless was a cup of Folgers, a life of cheap thrills
Niggas watching me feel like I'm Meek Mill
Seven days in the crib doin' dips no protein how my week feels
That's why I'm liable to open noggins
And drop some hope inside em, unless I snap and leave you polka dotted
I used to joke with pops over smoking cigs beside him, 9 years old
And I'm already way too close to vices
Momma whispering to god, trying to Hocus Pocus problems
But we wasn't meant to be legitimate with magician-ship
Like 16 almost ganged up, I been playing ball with like 50 crips
My nigga I done did this shit, way before the fortune
I never talk to no teller bitch, unless I'm at a bank appointment
Now I got phone reminders and post-its
My girl say she annoyed with me
But now she know what a black genius like
Now I know that past raised me right
Right like i'm republican, wait
Right, like i'm republican, no
Staring at it lovin' it
I done came up above this shit
(God damn)

Tell me, tell me, tell me how the truth feel
They try to slow you down
They try to, nah nah nah
Tell em, tell em, tell em you the truth still
Nobody hold you down
I got love for my niggas
What you supposed to do, got that finger on the trigger
Nobody hold you down
(Run it, run it)

I got that feeling like evil is watching
Sprinkle holy water on shoulder like nigga just watch him
And my homies dying of thirst with this 40 in pocket
Reaching ambitions drive on the side and got Pac as the driver
Poppin off plenty of fire
Niggas been penny pinchin' since Penny Proud
And possibly these imposters would probably hold me down
'Cause where I'm from, if a nigga switch on they sons
They gon' see the sun hearing angels and see that thang going chicka blaow (blow)
One to your nappycrown
I drown all my vices with gin and mix it with ciggies and then
Pray to god serpents won't reach my surface 'cause I'm a sinner
Circumfrence I keep in my circle leeches crawl out the center and
Sinister rain drops fall since Eddie Kane came for dinner
Aye, drownin my demons and prayin' for niggas to grow up (ugh)
Neighborhood watch don't be watchin' and stealin' them watches on niggas who glowed up (aye)
Playing my part in the fort (aye)
South bronx be the war (aye)
Everyday is a doomsday when you uptown off the 4
(Ahhh)

Sirens going off (black)
Momma gettin' scared, babies cryin now
Eyeing me 'cause I'm black (black)
Bibles being thrown, Preacher going off
Target all on my head (black)
Wanting me 'cause I'm (black, black)
Devil called, telling me when the heavens fall
To not got involved like woah

Tell me, tell me, tell me how the truth feel
They try to slow you down
They try to, nah nah nah
Tell em, tell em, tell em you the truth still (ahhh)
Nobody hold you down
I got love for my niggas
What you supposed to do, got that finger on the trigger
Nobody hold you down
(Run it, run it)

Tell me, tell me, tell me how the truth feel