Real Street Nigga

I'm a real street nigga, and you a fake ass nigga
Ain't never sold dope nigga, you a pussy ass nigga
You a pussy ass nigga, y'all some pussy ass niggas
You a pussy ass nigga, I'm a real street nigga

Diamonds in my grill boy, I might leave you blind
Cocaine in my car, and the police tryna find it
Fuck the police, and fuck them K9 dogs too?? so nigga what can you do
I'm a professional drug dealer
And I make music for all of my thug niggas
Free all of my niggas in the chain game whoadie

I'm always gonna scream free all of my homies

All my niggas riders, I'm a drug supplier
White tee, jordans on nigga and I'm driving
Bricks in the back boy, in a pillow sack boy
If they try to pull me over, imma catch a case boy
I ain't going in boy, it's gonna be life boy
They gonna try to put me in there for my whole life boy
I don't wanna rot in no prison, I'd rather be dead
And when I find out who snitch on me, that boy gonna end up dead
Fuck Young Jeezy, fuck Tyga and The Game
Fuck around with me nigga, I put bullets in your brain
You just woke up a monster, you was just some imposters
The truth always come, remember that homie



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Katsabanis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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