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Real nigga shit
Real nigga shit
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
I’m in the same clothes for days, grinding at the trap spot
Working like a slave, whipping powder into crack rock
We’re grinding to get paid, this for the have’s and the have-not's
Plus I keep the burner by the cooker, I’m a crack shot
Get it? Don’t let them hype they don’t get it
I’ve seen them man on the roads, they don’t set it
I’ll set it on man and his O’s, O2
No rules, anywhere man see him imma dead him
All the real niggas fuck with me, they don’t like that
You don’t get these arms on the roads, I’ll take your nine akh
I heard you pussies shit up your nose, you doing lines akh?
That’s why you’re hyping on road, you’re not a wild one
It’s cool you like to stay with your ting but fuck your mild gun
Big .45 when I ride, I’m fucking wild son
East side all day, niggas know where I’m from
We gangbang in broad day, niggas know what I’m on
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
On the streets I’m a beast and they know why
The forty-fifth kick him, watch his skull fly
I don’t make music you can dance to
But I can make 'em shuffle if I bring the pump through
Margz and Snap, hardest niggas, clart the MAC
Frank Lucas, money in my garden akh
With my Rottweiler dog, he’ll he guarding that
Shoot him in his chest, in his heart in fact
Mob shit, twelve gauge mop stick
Rock wigs then hop in and drop six
Talking murder murder, you ain’t dropped shit
Souls leave when the fucking mop spits
Counting money in the red California
Flow cold, hypothermia
Cocaine from Macedonia
Portuguese mamis from Angola
Snap killing niggas like Ebola
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it
Real nigga shit
Out here on these roads, gotta make this fucking paper quick
You know we stay with it
Big .45 and I’m shooting, I ain’t waving it