In Real Life

West Coast, Beast Oakland, home of the A's Place the O before the G, my chin got grays I was here before it filled up with hipsters Drinkin' PBR and ridin' fixies to lane splitters Before the wine bars and lime green bike lanes When the dubs and fonk was nothin' but China gangs Back when Hammer used to really stay in the town And if you pound the hieroglyphics, you was gettin' clowned Back when Nas had a Too $hort chipped tooth The Devil's Den whipped cars before Chip Foose My oldest brother ran dope off E. 16th Banked a ho, she snitched, then he got locked in the clink I'm finna take this shit back to like 89' Back when East Mac had not one stop sign I'm not stuck in the past, I'm just finna gas Like them dudes that did it before my time Cuz I'm a rider in real life Yeah, pay job, pay you to stay cob But the corn come quicker when you mob Yeah, a rider in real life A dude'll come close to you cuz Act like it's love, fuckin' stick you then cut Cuz he's a rider in real life When you get locked on a spun And then get released to go right back to the same run A rider in real life Keep sayin' that you wanna quit But you can't cuz you're a fixture in this shit Only right I modify the Raider logo And throw my face on that shit cuz I'm a rider, ho Fuck bitches and get money, it's a fuckin' official I kick that real Oakland shit, bitch, blow the whistle Like a ref until I'm runnin' out of breath Ex-crooked con, I had to Windex my steps That means we're Charlie now, no more grab and snatch I kick back like ten racks to expunge my rap Most my dudes used to lean off Codine Bo Now they can't hold jobs and they think slow I tried to tell em' you should stick to just blowin' dro But they couldn't, they got turn't off off that and coke I'm happy I unhooked off drugs and I put em' down I'd be another dope fiend slidin' round the town Tryin' to wash your windows at the taco truck But about this money, buddy, I'm givin' a fuck Cuz I'm a rider in real life Yeah, pay job, pay you to stay cob But the corn come quicker when you mob Yeah, a rider in real life A dude'll come close to you cuz Act like it's love, fuckin' stick you then cut Cuz he's a rider in real life When you get locked on a spun And then get released to go right back to the same run A rider in real life Keep sayin' that you wanna quit But you can't cuz you're a fixture in this shit 12" in the Integra trunk and I'm knockin' Danny Brown on my way to bust a knock in Sobrante Comin' from the lake, skatin' on I-8 80 doin' 80, exit off of 98th Speakin' of 98, that's when I finished high school Well, not really, I go cut class and shoot pool Didn't graduate, got kicked out by Mr. Cho Gettin' jumped... I was busy boxin' Danny Ho And fuckin' with them Cruz brothers tryin' to get my dough Steal a car, strip the shit, and ditch it on the stroll Next day, same shit, eat, sleep, repeat A bowl of pho, bust a move, and go and hit the street I'd mention more but that's dry snitchin' out my biz Been ta' jail hella times! I'm done with the stupid shit Yup, when I'm dead, my head stone gon' read Rice a trip Rhymin' sick, and really rode in real life, bitch Cuz I'm a rider in real life