Shout Out to the Real

Free Boosie, real nigga

In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga

I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga"

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

Had my hood hating now they came up

I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff

Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked

Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up

Friends turn to foes when you're in a row

Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze

Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose

Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows

Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10

Better be soaked in it when I’m back in

I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston

And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off

I’m gone

Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)

And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)

I’m popping bottles with my real niggas

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type

Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night

I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans

Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean

From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter

I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter

Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer

Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover

Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass

Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags

Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash

Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad

Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged

Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page

Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg

Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro

Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law

We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss

He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust

Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought

They took a half of M nigga out the bank nigga

If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga

And I put that red dot right where you think nigga

Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga

I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass

You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy

A real nigga, real life, no rap shit

And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch

Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga

‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas

When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga

And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga

And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga

We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga

Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga

And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga

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