Real Nigga Lyrics

Real nigga, still walk round with holes in my socks

Brother fresh up out the county, he right back selling rocks

Pack flippa, put away the shake just for my clocks

If you ain't gon grab the product, don't even ask the cost

I cant fuck with nobody that's gon hesitate

Scared niggas, read a bible or listen what the reverend say

I know niggas janky enough to find out where the reverend stay

Just so they can line em up and pray to god they up a play

I'm up today, yesterday I wasn't, I bounce-back fast

Gotta take a risk to go up quick, I feel like Ja ass

I'll still jam in traffic, if you throw it off the damn glass

Numbers don't add up, Imma take you back to math class

What that mean, Imma pull my ruler out and line em up

Light the beam, feeling like a king with my brand new

Quickest on the team, you would think I got De'aaron's run

Made it on my own, that's why I aint sharing nun

Never crossed my dawg, when he did I couldn't go back

You must be top athlete, when you seen me ran a four flat

Wipe my feet on his face, mistaken for a doormat

Even on a hill, still gon stomp you till the floor flat

Real nigga, still walk round with holes in my socks

Brother fresh up out the county, he right back selling rocks

Pack flippa, put away the shake just for my clocks

If you ain't gon grab the product, don't even ask the cost

Lost a lot in my life, ain't gon lie I made it all back

Except the ones I lost that's in the sky, wish they could fly back

Why that boy kept talking like he like that, but he fell back

Dropped him on his ass and made him mad, I know he felt that

They kno i dealt that, tried to send a bitch but I ain't go

Thought i would sell that? tried to play me like I was a hoe

They got a new plan, niggas telling police who they know

I need a new fan, talking bout the pole I'm finna blow

Let me calm down, I'm getting outta character

Cut like bart, so that mean that I can never marry her

You a family guy, I know you mad that we be sharing her

I can't fight no nigga bout no bitch, I'd rather bury dirt

You see it's pointless, like a pencil that don't even work

Miss appointments, that's the last time you gon see my work

Don't play bout my business, told the knock she can keep on her skirt

Playin with my money is the only way you'll leave me hurt

Real nigga, still walk round with holes in my socks

Brother fresh up out the county, he right back selling rocks

Pack flippa, put away the shake just for my clocks

If you ain't gon grab the product, don't even ask the cost