Letra de Real Me (Remix) - Hurricane Wisdom

(Feat. NLE Choppa)

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)

Like what you know about that struggle, nigga?

WIC cards and EBTs

I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs

Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb

No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be

That's how it been, prayed for my sins to keep my mind at ease

Couldn't even play with other kids, they used to laugh at me

Come home from school, it ain't no food 'cause granny mad at me

I used to wear my sister J's, please don't feel bad for me

'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder

I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it

Please stop callin' me average

If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami

Please don't get it confused

Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you

And I'm hopin' you hear me

Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me

'Cause you hearin' the real me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Days I wasn't rappin', I was tryna make it happen

Titties on the dirty ratchet, that's bad-bitch attachment

Had fights with my daddy, lot of conflict with my mother

Me and sis ain't get along, but forever had my brother

We was rockin' wrong or right and I ain't never choose right

So I was wrong

Kicked out my house, so on the streets where I roamed

I was tryna find love, it wasn't none in the streets

But that fake love was there, had a grip on me (Had a grip on me)

Had to pray for sunshine, I was tired of the rain (Tired of the rain)

When I thought that it was over, God gave me more pain

That's what made me who I am, that's what make us who we is

'Member pointin' at the biggest house and sayin', "This my crib," now it is

Red carpet at my front door

Represent my dead homies who ain't make it home

From the blood left inside the concrete

Rest in peace while I'm clutchin' on a piece

'Cause they gotta feel at least a piece of me

Odds against me, but it made me go harder

Juvenile days made me move a lil' smarter

Most gangster shit I did was be a father

Good dad to my daughter

Said what you know about that struggle, nigga?

Like WIC cards and EBTs

I'm from the gutter, wasn't no Netflix, just DVDs

Me and my brother shared that bunkbed like a Bnb

No he and me, but we still family, that's how it be

No broken bones, just broken souls, 'cause, bitch, that's how we bleed

I know our house wasn't a home, but, bitch, that's all we need

'Cause I know niggas in the can still eatin' pork and beans

So all I really need is bands, don't need no sympathy

'Cause the struggle made a nigga go harder

I done turned that shit to a habit, that's why I gotta have it

Stop callin' me average

If anything, a nigga been damaged, I might move to Miami

Please don't get it confused

Really, I'm just tryna get through, I'm talkin' to you

And I'm hopin' you hear me

Honestly, I'm hopin' you feel me

'Cause you hearin' the real me

NLE, Top Shotta, got—

What you know about that

What you know about that struggle, nigga?

WIC cards and EBTs

Mm, that's OD, nigga, that's OD

Hurricane bring that rain

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