Real Niggas ft. D Menace, M Dot 80 & Ominous Lyrics

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We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B

If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee

I really do it, I do this shit forever G

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

Still workin' on my business, we get it at all costs, we push it to the limit

You niggas know what it is, I'm all the way in it

Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it

Nigga, you ain't made one sale

They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like the front wheels

Bout my cake, liftin' weight like a dumbbell

All I need is one scale, Menace weigh em' up well

Big bread, we havin' bucks, hella grams, money in my hand, I had enough

Them niggas ran, hit em' with the blam, I fan em' up

I get it in, fuckin' with the bands, I ran em' up

Still known, I'm a beast

Hot nigga, I could put some cold on your feet

The hood love how I put the dope on the beat

The jugs love how I put the dope on the streets, Menace

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B

If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee

I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

Mossberg in the trunk of the 'Lac, real nigga, no fakin'

No tabs, no insurance with a tramp bitch, that won't say shit

I been workin' hard on the grave shit, my real niggas'll commend me

Never talk much, I don't want nothin', naw, nigga, I ain't friendly

I'm empty, bitch, naw, I ain't got no soul

You come to me with feelings, I'ma come to you with goals

Whether it rain, shines, or snows, I know I'ma catch this blessing

If not, I'll take it upon myself, long behold this Smith & Wesson

Aye, Menace, bruh, you know I'm tryna get racked in

That's when brrody brought that pack in, same color my black skin

I'm active, on the turf, yeah, nigga, really rockin'

I got a fuckin' mouth to feed, I'm takin' trinkets out of stockings

I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga

I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B

If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

If we mail it we can sell it for a better fee

I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

The work just came in, break it down and move it cheap

I'm in a under bucket, nigga, about a 07 G

.30 dick hangin' long, we call it meet and greet

All my niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps

And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee

So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go to sleep

And if you cross country, U.P.S., yeah, we get it deep

Ridin' with D-Menace, lookin' like a hundred G's

We just left the trap, clothes smell like soda D

I just got some extras, I think I hit a quarter key

O.P.F. mob huh, you niggas already know the rest

You dealin' with a soda tech, ridin' with that rusty tech

And if you catch a case, lil' nigga, take it to the neck

Philthy said it the best, not enough real niggas left

And all this other shit, fucked up and brought another death

Got me kinda sketched out, I'm watchin' eight niggas step

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B

If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee

I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

Same nigga since day one, real nigga named Young Om

Learned the game when I was real young

Strapped up when I was 15

Copped the 'Lac when I was 18

Went from weed to that ice cream

We went from zones to them whole things, gettin' extras off of that O.T.

Swear to God, wallahi, he ain't nare nigga gon' stop me

Kilo gang, my mafi, mob niggas, my posse

Count a hundred bands on that kitchen table right next to that coffee

Started off in them streets, hustlin' hard every week

Puttin' miles on them lacs, yeah, me and Dot go way back

Said me and dope go way back, don't trust niggas, that's real shit

Miss with all that friend shit, keep it hunnid on that business

Cause this 4-5 ain't missin', niggas gettin' killed for that bullshit

O.P.F. till I die, I'ma always ride

Said I'm in this till I die, mob shit, mob life

Came up off of them pies, ghost right by my side

Yeah, I came up off of them pies with my ghost right by my side

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B

If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be

We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week

If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee

I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G

Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be