Real

Hook

I’m real in these streets, truth on my sleeve, no retreat,

Cold nights, cold hearts, still I move on my beat.

They test what they see, count chips, count grief,

I’m stuck to my roots — real in these streets.


Verse 1

Woke up to sirens, another name on the line,

Mama say pray, but I’m prayin’ with a nine.

Used to run for tomorrow, now I hustle for time,

Loyalty costed me blood, costed me dimes.

Phones light like a altar, fake love in the DM,

Smiles switch to vultures when you fill up the Benz.

I keep a little distance, keep a tight little set,

Broken trust in my pockets, heavy with regret.


Pre‑Hook

Seen brothers fold, switch lanes for the check,

Still I ride for the ones that never left.

Prayin’ for peace while the streets collect debt,

I’m real, I’m real, I don’t play with regrets.


Hook

I’m real in these streets, truth on my sleeve, no retreat,

Cold nights, cold hearts, still I move on my beat.

They test what they see, count chips, count grief,

I’m stuck to my roots — real in these streets.


Verse 2

Told me love was the answer, streets taught me another,

Trust gettin’ thinner, heart like no other.

Seen nights turn to funerals, candles for my brothers,

I keep their names in my mouth like a cover.

Money change people, fame make ’em sick,

But I learned to protect, learned to move quick.

Eyes on the rearview, city lights blurred,

Promise to the fallen, I’ll carry the word.


Pre‑Hook

Cold wind in the alleys, whispers in the dark,

I learn to spot the fake by the way they spar.

Real ones in the cut, we shine like a spark,

I’m real, I’m real, keep the pain in my heart.


Hook

I’m real in these streets, truth on my sleeve, no retreat,

Cold nights, cold hearts, still I move on my beat.

They test what they see, count chips, count grief,

I’m stuck to my roots — real in these streets.


Bridge

Night talk, last call, promises hang thin,

I fold up my pride, tuck the pain in my skin.

I pray for the fallen, for peace to begin,

But hustle keep callin’ me back in again.

Ain’t no glamour in sorrow, just lessons in scars,

We trade dreams for survival, drive foreign cars.

If I fall, pick me up where the bloodmarks are,

We keep pushin’ for more, even when it gets hard.


Verse 3 (quiet, determined)

I light one for the lost, one for the path I chose,

Streets taught me patience, taught me how to compose.

I ain’t here for the flash, I’m here so they know,

If you come from the struggle, you reap what you sow.

I move with a purpose, never leave a man,

If you with me from the jump, I’ll hold your hand.

But if you fold at the first gust, that ain’t my plan,

I’m real in these streets, I’m made to stand.


Hook (final)

I’m real in these streets, truth on my sleeve, no retreat,

Cold nights, cold hearts, still I move on my beat.

They test what they see, count chips, count grief,

I’m stuck to my roots — real in these streets.


Outro (soft)
Porque music 
See you when I see you 
Otro 

melodic, street‑honest, emotional, male