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Real Shit
2,330
Hip-Hop/Rap
Real Shit was released on October 10, 2019 by Dream Chaser Records, Inc. as a part of the album 777
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Album777
Release DateOctober 10, 2019
LabelDream Chaser Records, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Ro
Yung Ro
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashad Dixon
Rashad Dixon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
othellobeats
othellobeats
Producer
Beneficial
Beneficial
Producer

Lyrics

I ain’t ask for shit
I feed my family like a man by myself
Uh, uh
I done lost a couple homies to this street shit
That’s why I don’t play when it come down to that beef shit
I be masked up, really tryna sleep shit
And I don’t need gang, I’ll be on my one deep shit
Hit him close range, leave his brains on the barrel
Tell your cousin he can’t come, 'cause I don’t know if he gon’ tattle
If you catch him at the light, gotta do him like Harold
We can make it out the hood, but I ain’t gon lie, chance is narrow
Grandma on dialysis, I hope she don’t pass away
'Cause I ain’t gon’ lie, that’d probably be my saddest day
She just turned 57, hope she see 88
I really say they’re lying, don’t be fooled by this baby face
'Cause I done hit a couple ****
And I don’t know who cool with who, that’s why I don’t fuck with ****
And we ain’t dodging no smoke ****, fuck a ****
Y’all probably wonder why with them, but we ain’t them other ****
You killed one of mine, bitch I'ma kill a couple ****
And I mean that
Run up in that truck like **** where that weed at?
If he don’t talk, fuck it, hit him in his bean bag
I’ve been a gangster since we was playing Dreamcast
That’s on my life
I ain’t know I was gonna sell all this white
Doing this rap shit, tryna save all our life
But I’m still on the block at night
****, I was on the block that night
I seen a **** get rocked that night, I learned a lot that night
Your friends will do you dirty
So who to trust? You worked a half a burden
Who to trust when you worked a half a burden?
I got hands full of 30, I’m just fuckin’ up the game
But I gotta get that pressure, that man fuckin’ up my name
Tell the label come and serve me
I’m ready for a change, 'cause these **** out here snitching
This street shit lame
These hoes wack too, that’s why I don’t entertain
Might smoke gas, and get money, and stay in my own lane
I’m a good guy, I hate bringing pain
But when you play with game, bitch you gotta feel that flame
Riding in the coupe, head on a swivel
Glock on my lap, I can’t let them **** get me
Fuck a body shot, I’m tryna hit him in his fiddy
Cause Rodney need a dad, and my baby girl gon’ miss me
We don’t squash beef, **** I make mommas cry
All those 22s gonna turn you to a homicide
I ain’t been the same ever since my homie died
My homie lost his brother, first time seeing my homie cry
Now we on some bullshit
Runnin’ ‘round the city with a full clip
Lookin’ for the opps, turn them to a news clip
Broad day, I'ma hit ‘em with this broom stick
Do ‘em dirty, don’t come at me with that bullshit
Yeah, rest in peace to Wes
And now we on some bullshit, y’all
Now we on some
Rest in peace to Wes
Written by: Rashad Dixon
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