Real nigga till I die That's facts
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
Some might say I'm lucky I'm blessed
F*ck the money up I'm taking that back
Gave the feign some Molly Told him that's crack
Never love a hoe I can't get attached
These niggas screaming they goin blow
They not
Wop why you don't f*ck with niggas
They hot
Might f*ck around And send them peoples to my spot
Hit the block And give it everything I got
I be whipping up the cola till it rock
In the trap
I been doing chemistry With baking soda
And a pot
I done had so many cars
Bitch its big wop enterprise
Got so many niggas locked
Had so many niggas die
Smoke some gas Fry my mind
Make it hard to memorize
Nigga ever get out of line
Swear to god that he goin die
Feds blitz I don't know
Where , how , who or why
We goin wet a nigga block
Make them niggas scuba dive
Trying beef with the guys
You committing suicide
Holidays I'm tryna slide
Niggas trying shoot the sky
Rob a nigga for his pies
Smoke it wit his cutie pie
Had no one to idolize
But I knew how to utilize
Nigga everything is mine
Yeah that's how I compromise
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
And you a lie
Like I'm Mickey D's
I got what you need
2 for 5
Think bout licking me
That come with
Big Macs
And large fries
This like 3 Bands
Nigga check my attire
When I carry that chopper
It sing like Mariah
My main bitch a doctor
My side bitch retired
Up in the hills
Where a savage reside
Don't pay no bills
I just f*ck em and lie
Why you can't win
Cus the pressure applied
Say you wan slide
I'ma let you decide
I spin your bin
And you niggas just hide
Real nigga till I die That's facts
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
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Real nigga till I die That's facts
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
Some might say I'm lucky I'm blessed
F*ck the money up I'm taking that back
Gave the feign some Molly Told him that's crack
Never love a hoe I can't get attached
These niggas screaming they goin blow
They not
Wop why you don't f*ck with niggas
They hot
Might f*ck around And send them peoples to my spot
Hit the block And give it everything I got
I be whipping up the cola till it rock
In the trap
I been doing chemistry With baking soda
And a pot
I done had so many cars
Bitch its big wop enterprise
Got so many niggas locked
Had so many niggas die
Smoke some gas Fry my mind
Make it hard to memorize
Nigga ever get out of line
Swear to god that he goin die
Feds blitz I don't know
Where , how , who or why
We goin wet a nigga block
Make them niggas scuba dive
Trying beef with the guys
You committing suicide
Holidays I'm tryna slide
Niggas trying shoot the sky
Rob a nigga for his pies
Smoke it wit his cutie pie
Had no one to idolize
But I knew how to utilize
Nigga everything is mine
Yeah that's how I compromise
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
And you a lie
Like I'm Mickey D's
I got what you need
2 for 5
Think bout licking me
That come with
Big Macs
And large fries
This like 3 Bands
Nigga check my attire
When I carry that chopper
It sing like Mariah
My main bitch a doctor
My side bitch retired
Up in the hills
Where a savage reside
Don't pay no bills
I just f*ck em and lie
Why you can't win
Cus the pressure applied
Say you wan slide
I'ma let you decide
I spin your bin
And you niggas just hide
Real nigga till I die That's facts
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
Some might say I'm lucky I'm blessed
F*ck the money up I'm taking that back
Gave the feign some Molly Told him that's crack
Never love a hoe I can't get attached
These niggas screaming they goin blow
They not
Wop why you don't f*ck with niggas
They hot
Might f*ck around And send them peoples to my spot
Hit the block And give it everything I got
I be whipping up the cola till it rock
In the trap
I been doing chemistry With baking soda
And a pot
I done had so many cars
Bitch its big wop enterprise
Got so many niggas locked
Had so many niggas die
Smoke some gas Fry my mind
Make it hard to memorize
Nigga ever get out of line
Swear to god that he goin die
Feds blitz I don't know
Where , how , who or why
We goin wet a nigga block
Make them niggas scuba dive
Trying beef with the guys
You committing suicide
Holidays I'm tryna slide
Niggas trying shoot the sky
Rob a nigga for his pies
Smoke it wit his cutie pie
Had no one to idolize
But I knew how to utilize
Nigga everything is mine
Yeah that's how I compromise
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
And you a lie
Like I'm Mickey D's
I got what you need
2 for 5
Think bout licking me
That come with
Big Macs
And large fries
This like 3 Bands
Nigga check my attire
When I carry that chopper
It sing like Mariah
My main bitch a doctor
My side bitch retired
Up in the hills
Where a savage reside
Don't pay no bills
I just f*ck em and lie
Why you can't win
Cus the pressure applied
Say you wan slide
I'ma let you decide
I spin your bin
And you niggas just hide
Real nigga till I die That's facts
I aint got to much pride That's facts
Niggas know I'm goin ride Thats facts
Every time I come outside I'm strapped
I aint never gotta lie Thats facts
I aint never dropped a dime That's facts
Youngin fresher than sum tide That's facts
Whats that lump on your thigh That's racks
Writer: David Jones
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