Real ones (Matriarchal wisdom)

**INTRO**

Tryna believe all the things that my mama said

Every night when she put me to bed

Kiss to the head, pray for your health

Pray for family, pray for our wealth, pray we had shit to eat

**VERSE 1**

Stereotypically a product of society

My father left the house when I was 6

Didn't say shit to me

Wouldn't even matter if he did that

That man is dead to me

Had to pick myself up, force my growth

Stand on my own two feet

Learning lessons, learning to take the pain

And count it as a blessing

My guardian angel would still make me better myself

I swear she planned it

Preventing me from getting stagnant

**PRE-CHORUS**

So this goes to all the real ones

Like my momma, you had your fears, huh?

Never showed it, you hid your weakness

Almost started to doubt it but you raised a real one

**CHORUS**

A winner albeit a sinner with the skills to kill ya

Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya

Like some before I figured I'm worth more than I've been given

Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya

**BRIDGE**

These are the days where sinners are winners

Your lovers will kill you and children are dealers

G-G-gone are the ways, ways of the past

That shit, it didn't last (2x)

**VERSE 2**

Mama's wisdom, bedtime creed

Kissed my head, planted the seed

Prayers for health, family's embrace

Wealth to conquer, food on our plate

Society's child, a label they claim

Dad split at six, whispered no name

Dead to me now, a ghost in the past

Picked up the pieces, built to last

**VERSE 3 (FREESTYLE)**

Yo, life's a maze, I'm navigating through the smoke

Generational trauma, that's a chain I broke

Mama's strength runs through my veins, that's no joke

While fake friends come and go like morning coffee

I stay grounded, vision clear when it gets foggy

They say "patience," but I'm hungry, feeling starved

So I carve my own lane, no GPS, no map, no guards

Battling demons after dark, but still I rise

Morning light hits different when you've wiped your eyes

Of all the tears that no one saw you crying

Real ones know the truth beneath the lying

I'm testifying, money's multiplying

But wealth ain't just the cash, it's peace of mind

The kind my mama prayed I'd find

I'm

**CHORUS**[repeat x2]

A winner albeit a sinner with the skills to kill ya

Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya

Like some before I figured I'm worth more than I've been given

Bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya

**FINAL CHORUS**

Million-dollar mind, forefathers' creed

Repeat the mantra, plant the seed

Sinners are winners, the world's turned around

Beg for help, maybe you'll be found