Port City Punk
The Realest

Verse 1:
Yo, Ty from Port City, thought you were my homie,
Gave you a spot, gave you grub, and now you owe me.
Came in broke, but left me in the dust,
Running ‘round like a gopher, man, you lost my trust.

Pretending to sell, but you're just moving rocks,
Got a monopoly on being soft, like a paradox.
Claiming to hustle, but you ain't moving weight,
Just a middleman, bro, ain't living up to fate.

Chorus:
You act hard, but reality is slick,
The only thing tough is that soft you whip.
Homeless junkie, cash from that welfare check,
Crying hard times, man, what’s up next?

Verse 2:
Bitching ‘bout the struggle, but you ain't got the fight,
Never had a dad, now you running from the light.
I’m raising my son, better teach him to be brave,
While you acting like a thug, man, you just a slave.

Metaphors slicing, hope you catch the twist,
When I say you’re a punk, man, you know that it’s bliss.
Every dime you get disappears at your girl’s feet,
While I built you up, you turned to concrete.

Chorus:
You act hard, but reality is slick,
The only thing tough is that soft you whip.
Homeless junkie, cash from that welfare check,
Crying hard times, man, what’s up next?

Verse 3:
Look what you lost, a brother turned to foe,
Running ‘round Port City, man, you already know.
Standing there acting like you run the game,
But all you get is shame, bro, I ain’t playing blame.

Catch a glimpse of truth, that's my lyrical gift,
While you’re chasing clouds, I’m steady making shifts.
Got me thinking back to the days when we were tight,
But your greed turned back like a thief in the night.

Outro:
So here's your lesson, hope it sticks in your mind,
Loyalty’s a virtue, but yours is hard to find.
Next time you front, just remember this rhyme,
Ty from Port City, you’s a punk, flatline.