Real Song - Myka 9, Factor Chandelier

Love, life, live long this, is the real song

Keep your mind fit, this is the legit

Deep real life shit, this is the move on

With all your shit, this is the real song

When I’m out on the block, don’t get mad at me

I know there’s love and there’s light, but there’s something different

I know a brother gifted used to start with true upliftment

But if I don’t get this shipment

I’m experimenting with these itchy trigger finger digits

I’m getting fidgety 'round these midgets and mini-mes

Are they snitches or enemies with these witches and energy

In conducive to it I believe

Only love could understand why we still let 'em breathe

I’m achieving the pedigree

I’m a tree that grows evergreen

It’s just me and my melodies living free with the felony

I am seed from the fellowship, better veterans with them letterman

Jackets of racketeering, we practice integrity

My decree is forever be what is, born in forever be

Though my foremen anatomy, California with family

Universal being with enormous capacity

Out on a normal tenacity to feed off a master beat

Eat like i’m classy when I really came from ashy knees

In the game of squeeze with Butch Cassidy

Sun dance, film festival freeze frame

Style hey kid, walk straight

Capture the sky, where disaster may lie

With the truth in my eyes who’s these dudes

Tryna choose who’s getting by

The spruce goose wouldn’t fly

They couldn’t cruise if they try, power loose with the drive

Wasn’t one to vouch with the deuce deuce on the side

He cried, and he never knew I knew to the rider

His last laugh, giving up his sect, as he died

With respect, everybody with an exit to drive

No one left, it was back to the essence, goodbye

Are we blessed?

Do we not have some success in this life?

Or do we not have many lessons, many questions alive

Up to you to decide, then you do what is right

There’s a greater one within you and the proof is your pride