Something Real lyrics

(Sip Jackson) Verse 1:

Southeren playalistic vocab toe tag the beat. So formulaic with it
Just playing for kicks. Play round over the snare and the kicks
I share and I fix. Ignorant wit these heroin bricks
I flip over tracks, pen or pencil I'm pharaoh in this
King Tut n*gga, you see I glare and I gliss
Kush blunts, I'm slumped. I rarely share when I twist
I'm really high, and I can barely tell where I'm is
I heard you saving these hoes while n*ggas sharing yo b*tch
I'm digging graves wit these flows, go head and lay in yo ditch
The music speak to my soul, the b*tches say I'm the sh*t
Them n*ggas say that I'm cold, I'd rather say that I'm rich
I'd rather kick a few flows so I can pay for new kicks
I'd rather stay on the road before I stay where I live
Can't be another statistic. They'll never stop my progress
These n*ggas seeking intel, they'll never stop my process
I'm from a place where n*ggas rarely make it out them projects
And where police prolly off duty when they out on patrol
And where they so infatuated wit the price of objects
And where they carry pistols that'll knock you outta yo soles
Don't get slippin. And, I ain't crippin. n*gga, I ain't ya cuz
I don't feel you. You unfamiliar. I ain't your blood
I'm just a n*gga with a vision
A n*gga with a diction that can probably cause addiction
A n*gga from the Dixie, tryna find a pot a p*ss in
In the kitchen, cooking up these sixteens for six rings, Scottie Pippen
And, I'm just speakin from the heart I hope you listening