Real Nigga Talk
Is there heaven for a real nigga?
Got my AK and a Glock, it will drill niggas
They ass gone be like "You got yourself a deal nigga"
Too many houses like a gotta pay a bill, nigga
Don't you ask me where I'm from, nigga
Yeah, a nigga used to lie to his mom, nigga
I'm in the hood with my gun, nigga
Put this Draco to yo head & make you run, nigga
Aye, Aye
Got this big chop, pointed at his top, now his heart stop
Killing everybody while them kids playing hopscotch
Grinding like lil Wayne, but you know my life hard knocked
Every time I hear them sirens, Fuck the cops
Bitch, it's Code Red, everybody on the fucking floor, I need more bread
I can do whatever I want, cuz ima grown man
Killing every opp everyday, they gone be all dead, pussy
Still that 517 nigga still ridin' in that hooptie
Shot his ass right front of his mama, I ain't no pussy
Ever since Quan gained weight, everybody been lookin'
And I let this thing hang, you gone run from this bullet
B-B-E, that's the gang, we finna sign these niggas
If you wanna get out on, you gone have to fight me, nigga
Ima give you this Glock-30 you bet not fail this mission
Check out my status lil nigga, I been doing a lotta killin'
All these opps keep sneak dissin' till they get killed
Smoking on these dead men, I need a refill
If yo ass run up in my house, that's that free kill
Niggas hatin' on yo city, I'm feeling like I'm meek mill
Aye, let's get back to that free kill
You said you gotta bounty on my chain, that's how we feel
Up the chopper hit his ass, now the blood spilled
Now yo momma crying, how that hug feel
It's that muthafucka intro, one point five
Got this draco with extendo's on my side
Everybody wanna diss Quan "Oh, My God"
AR15 hit him if he dissin' on my block
I ain't talking "On My Block"
I got cholo's everywhere that be sliding on my opps
Middle fingers to them coworkers, and fuck that job
And I'm the one that put y'all niggas on, and you bet not lie
(You bet not lie)
If you say a word, you gonna die
I be freestyling on every beat, ever since I was five
And I'm getting over this shit, man I might as well retire
(Phew)
Pussy nigga kept on talking, so we have to slide
If my homie say it's up, and you know I'm down to ride
I ain't talking bout you live ina park, we gonna slide
And I'm still on that same shit, ever since I made "Tha Giles"
And I'm only 20, nigga
Fuck around, yo ass get fired, nigga
Got my AK and a Glock, it will drill niggas
They ass gone be like "You got yourself a deal nigga"
Too many houses like a gotta pay a bill, nigga
Don't you ask me where I'm from, nigga
Yeah, a nigga used to lie to his mom, nigga
I'm in the hood with my gun, nigga
Put this Draco to yo head & make you run, nigga
Aye, Aye
Got this big chop, pointed at his top, now his heart stop
Killing everybody while them kids playing hopscotch
Grinding like lil Wayne, but you know my life hard knocked
Every time I hear them sirens, Fuck the cops
Bitch, it's Code Red, everybody on the fucking floor, I need more bread
I can do whatever I want, cuz ima grown man
Killing every opp everyday, they gone be all dead, pussy
Still that 517 nigga still ridin' in that hooptie
Shot his ass right front of his mama, I ain't no pussy
Ever since Quan gained weight, everybody been lookin'
And I let this thing hang, you gone run from this bullet
B-B-E, that's the gang, we finna sign these niggas
If you wanna get out on, you gone have to fight me, nigga
Ima give you this Glock-30 you bet not fail this mission
Check out my status lil nigga, I been doing a lotta killin'
All these opps keep sneak dissin' till they get killed
Smoking on these dead men, I need a refill
If yo ass run up in my house, that's that free kill
Niggas hatin' on yo city, I'm feeling like I'm meek mill
Aye, let's get back to that free kill
You said you gotta bounty on my chain, that's how we feel
Up the chopper hit his ass, now the blood spilled
Now yo momma crying, how that hug feel
It's that muthafucka intro, one point five
Got this draco with extendo's on my side
Everybody wanna diss Quan "Oh, My God"
AR15 hit him if he dissin' on my block
I ain't talking "On My Block"
I got cholo's everywhere that be sliding on my opps
Middle fingers to them coworkers, and fuck that job
And I'm the one that put y'all niggas on, and you bet not lie
(You bet not lie)
If you say a word, you gonna die
I be freestyling on every beat, ever since I was five
And I'm getting over this shit, man I might as well retire
(Phew)
Pussy nigga kept on talking, so we have to slide
If my homie say it's up, and you know I'm down to ride
I ain't talking bout you live ina park, we gonna slide
And I'm still on that same shit, ever since I made "Tha Giles"
And I'm only 20, nigga
Fuck around, yo ass get fired, nigga
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Writer(s): Quan Giles
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