Real N*gga (Remix)
I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man, all my pockets be obese 'cause I deal, nigga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga
Studio thug, you can't do what I does
I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs
Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit
They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shit
I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew
Loyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we do
BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But often time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two
Man, it's nothin', all these bitches is fuckin'
All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin'
I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name
Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers
I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man, all my pockets be obese 'cause I deal, nigga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
I got mad missions to accomplish
Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet
I can never stop, give me what you got
I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch is on
Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter
Cause when I throw shots bones shatter
Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em
I'm the real deal, niggas fakin'
Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas
You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas
Swagger jackin' at an all-time high
And I ain't really mad, I am that guy
A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
Little nigga, I'm the big whale and the shooter
Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L
Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher
On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser
Most these niggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya
Like, damn where these niggas that be so tough
My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff
I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much
Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man, all my pockets be obese 'cause I deal, nigga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga
Studio thug, you can't do what I does
I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs
Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit
They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shit
I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew
Loyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we do
BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But often time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two
Man, it's nothin', all these bitches is fuckin'
All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin'
I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name
Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers
I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man, all my pockets be obese 'cause I deal, nigga
A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
I got mad missions to accomplish
Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet
I can never stop, give me what you got
I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch is on
Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter
Cause when I throw shots bones shatter
Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em
I'm the real deal, niggas fakin'
Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas
You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas
Swagger jackin' at an all-time high
And I ain't really mad, I am that guy
A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
Little nigga, I'm the big whale and the shooter
Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L
Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher
On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser
Most these niggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya
Like, damn where these niggas that be so tough
My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff
I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much
Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit
Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up
Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts
Credits
Writer(s): Roland Collins, Damian Ashmeade
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