Analogical Da Poet - Few Real Ones Left Lyrics

There's a few real ones left
Walter White on them headphones the way it was chef & meth
Breaking down this new strain I pray it reliving my stress
My circle got smaller and smaller I thinking damn maybe it was for the best
There's a few real ones left
Got no time for a f*ck nigga or a bitch tricking me out of my spot
Sometimes you focused on the wrong crowd the optic to zoomed on the opps
The saddest truth is when you come to learn there's Decepticons amongst the Autobots
Is it really love is it real or not? Is it really love is it real or not?
Wait is our mission the same? Damn is it even the same?

Sometimes you got to catch them way before they transform to predict the change
You find out they ain't doing shit for you like governments minimum wage
I cock & aim at the man in the mirror cause Im the one to blame
Sometimes you got to leave your own village cause they don't understand the pain
We hid in the rain felt like a thousand nights my nigga we hid in the rain
Am I sane? Question my sanity damn it humanity demand the man that I plan to be
Ten toes down got to I stand on these sometimes amenities come from the enemy
From that North shore nigga don't talk to me walk to me

Awkwardly holding a five you can't spark with me
Rap shit was never real hard for me, pen to the pad that's art to me. Hip hop my arteries
This shit was always apart of me even when drama pop out and bombarded me
Look when life was feeling Off set, I did it for the Kulture like Cardi B
There's a few real ones left
Walter White with them headphones the way it was chef & meth
Breaking down this new strain I pray it reliving my stress
My circle got smaller and smaller I thinking damn maybe it was for the best
There's a few real ones left
Told my girl I don't want to fight, baby I don't want to fight

Let's smoke good I rolled up Sean Paul gimme the light
Let's f*ck good hit a left stroke baby wait till you feel my right
Be my peace niggas be shiesty crazy I might be so I tread lightly
Got to keep an ear straight to the streets
They see you winning now they wanna piece
Wanna break bread and they want a seat
Don't know the code like it's uber eats
We can indubitably spark it like Jubilee share with team like charcuterie boards
Even when life was feeling real rocky we asap kneeled and praise the lord
We came and saw, dang nab it I grab a mic I go tragic

They tad bit average I'm savage flow nasty like spoiled cabbage
When famished I'm doing damage on nights it's Gladys Im soul tape Fabish
Gladiator established Aqua man to Atlantis
Don't threaten mine I let it ring like a hand in marriage
Now too late gauge the 12 shit got real like a pumpkin carriage
Providing a life of lavish that feel like magic for mine
Talking generational wealth long as a conga line
There's a few real ones left
Walter White on them headphones the way it was chef & meth
Breaking down this new strain I pray it reliving my stress
My circle got smaller and smaller I thinking damn maybe it was for the best
There's a few real ones left