Ain't Real
I don't care what you niggas did out here in these streets nigga
If you ain't A1 inside you ain't shit
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
I gotta stay up on my grind
I gotta stay up on my toes
Them teardrops up on they face
But I know really they some hoes
Seen the hardest in the pen
Fucking boys on the low
Niggas was bosses on the street
But really snitching on the low
Locked the real up in a box
Until you don't know yourself no more
Too much fugazzi ass niggas
Out here winning on the low
Screaming gang gang shit
In front of them people they gon' fold
They throw that time up at a nigga
Now he snitching on the low
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real nigga
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
Out here searching for myself
I lost my pops
I lost myself
That was my idol
Yea he scared me
But I loved his ass to death
Needed his guidance and his help
On how to move out in these streets
Because life is hard when you're black
Ain't no love for you and me
Started running with them hittas
But deep down that wasn't me
My momma couldn't understand me
But I could never be sweet
Bumped my head so many times
But I will never accept defeat
I got the heart of a lion
Now I'm a savage in these streets
Started taking from the same
Who made it hard for me to breathe
Made them feel my fucking pain
I'm geeked up so I can't see
My bitch trying to steer me right
But the only thing she couldn't see
I made a deal with the devil
And he got control of me
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real nigga
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
Nah you ain't real
If you ain't A1 inside you ain't shit
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
I gotta stay up on my grind
I gotta stay up on my toes
Them teardrops up on they face
But I know really they some hoes
Seen the hardest in the pen
Fucking boys on the low
Niggas was bosses on the street
But really snitching on the low
Locked the real up in a box
Until you don't know yourself no more
Too much fugazzi ass niggas
Out here winning on the low
Screaming gang gang shit
In front of them people they gon' fold
They throw that time up at a nigga
Now he snitching on the low
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real nigga
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
Out here searching for myself
I lost my pops
I lost myself
That was my idol
Yea he scared me
But I loved his ass to death
Needed his guidance and his help
On how to move out in these streets
Because life is hard when you're black
Ain't no love for you and me
Started running with them hittas
But deep down that wasn't me
My momma couldn't understand me
But I could never be sweet
Bumped my head so many times
But I will never accept defeat
I got the heart of a lion
Now I'm a savage in these streets
Started taking from the same
Who made it hard for me to breathe
Made them feel my fucking pain
I'm geeked up so I can't see
My bitch trying to steer me right
But the only thing she couldn't see
I made a deal with the devil
And he got control of me
Don't care about dope that you done sold
Don't care about hoes that you done poked
You still ain't real nigga
All that coke going up your nose
You got designer on your clothes
You still ain't real nigga
Choppers in your video
Say you a killer
Still that ain't gon' make you real nigga
Money buy you everything you want
But it still can't make you real nigga
Nah you ain't real nigga
Nah you ain't real
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Writer(s): Wasi Aiken
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