Lyrics

The butcher coming nigga Huh Yoo Paper diamonds and Benzes that's why we got in the business The trips back and fourth out of town got me addicted Got a plug that made 200 grand outta the friendship I'm still up, last we heard he outta commission It's crazy why most dope boys got em a princess My daughter like a mom, just as not as dependent They call it fast dough cos this life you gotta be quickened I just need a spot on the block i could be content with You know the business Fuck her once lose interest I'm in my rookie year they put me on their top ten picks Uh They say this game is a bitch, you gotta pimp it I'm counting blue faces while she's putting on lipstick We the Realest And i can put that on my soul 3 dope cases and i ain't never told oh no Cos we're the Realest Sold a quarter brick of blow Count it up and went and did a show Cos they know We're the Realest Ask these niggas bout trap They only hustlers when they're writing they raps It's facts that We're the Realest Grinding on everything i stack When it's mine,i go get it back Uh uh Cos we're the Realest For the love of Drugs, violence, homicides and Bitches Had to hustle to survive i really came from the trenches Had niggas behind bars that's never coming from prison And the top gun with em when they coming to visit First my Dawg was a killer Then he turned to a Christian He told me leave the streets alone And don't turn to a victim Thinking bout what he said mixing weed with liquor Pray to God i live to see the day my seeds get bigger Heard em talking from the side, but i don't see these niggas Drama comes, I'm gon ride It's on me my nigga Same nigga with the Hoodie And that all black Nina I been thugging since a shorty Heard you signed a sepina Tell me what your life's like,cos mines is real Know the model that we follow, do the Time don't tell Feds came and got hot, said they caught that cell Hope he make it out the jam, only time gon tell We the Realest And i can put that on my soul 3 dope cases and i ain't never told oh no Cos we're the Realest Sold a quarter brick of blow Count it up and went and did a show Cos they know We're the Realest Ask these niggas bout trap They only hustlers when they're writing they raps It's facts that We're the Realest Grinding on everything i stack When it's mine,i go get it back Uh uh Cos we're the Realest
Writer(s): Charles Stallman, Raheem Allah Jr Trotter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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