(Funkadelic Chorus)
In a cold-ass world, we gon' rise, we gon' grind,
While the fake ones fall, we stay real all the time.
With our heads held high, through the smoke we push on,
Real ones shine bright when the fakes are gone.
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(Verse 1: Too Short)
Yeah, it’s Too Short, reppin’ real ‘til I die,
In a world full of fake-ass folks gettin’ high on a lie.
Where I’m from, you gotta scrape to survive,
Ain't no handouts here—just the hustle and drive.
I don’t play by the rules; I’m the truth, no cap,
Watch these fools try to flex while I’m buildin' my stack.
Money don’t make a man, and I’m proof in the flesh,
While they chasin' fast fame, I’m out here takin’ breaths.
Saw 'em comin' up quick, crash hard when it fades,
I don’t mess with the hype, man, I’m gettin' paid.
Put my blood in these streets, learned to take the heat,
While they tryna flash gold, I’m stayin' discreet.
So f*** the illusion; I keep it one hundred,
Ain’t no price on my soul, and I’m never frontin’.
Yeah, Too Short stay true in a world so small,
When the dust settles down, only real ones stand tall.
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(Verse 2: Father Dom)
Father Dom in the cut, keep it raw as hell,
While these suckas sell dreams, I’m ringin' that bell.
From the block where the game’s got teeth and claws,
I learned early on that the hustle got laws.
They talk big but can’t back it, all bark, no bite,
Seen ‘em shinin' in the day, but they lost in the night.
I stay strapped with the truth, man, I don’t play fair,
While they sellin’ their souls, I don’t even care.
I seen the best ones drop, quick chasin' their thrills,
But I’m built from the pain, man, I got no chill.
They can run with the hype, I just do my thing,
While they flash like gold, I’m the realest king.
F*** the fame, I want respect, earned every step,
Kept it real in the dark, when they all slept.
Father Dom don’t fall, man, I’m built too strong,
When the world crumbles down, it’s the real that lasts long.
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(Verse 3: Black C)
Black C from the Bay, I keep it rough as f***,
In a city of snakes, yeah, I’m testin’ my luck.
Where they brag and they boast, but can’t hold the line,
While I’m stackin' up moves, gotta get what’s mine.
They roll through with the flash, but it don’t mean shit,
I see through the game, they all counterfeit.
They stuntin' for the ‘Gram, but they dead inside,
While I’m ridin' with truth and my pride beside.
I ain’t chasin' no dream that’s gone fade by dawn,
While they out here soft, I was bred to be strong.
Every scar, every cut, made me sharp as hell,
In a game full of frauds, yeah, I ring that bell.
Black C keeps low, don’t f*** with no hype,
While they talk all big, I just earn my stripes.
Ain't no love for the fakes, I don’t answer the call,
In a world full of lies, only real ones stand tall.
