Real Nigga Boulevard (R.N.B.) Lyrics

Hook

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.

See, I'm not where I used to be. I guess they're not used to me. Same nigga from the block with roaches in the box cereal with the milk on E

Back in the hood with the sticks and the vamps

Bitches eatin good off the wic

And stamps

Whole dam Freezer full steaks and crabs

2 bedroom pad

6 niggas in a flat

Born in the eighties corner store baby Raise off of noodle

With french fries and gravey

I live wit mama

My grandma mama raised me

Zone 39

Northeast done made me

Yeah

I done scrapped shots craps

Sold crack around the way

Yung big head nigga witta blicka on his waist

What u see in two months I done did it in a day

Go fishing in the block

And you might catch a case

Yung nigga sell out hole and the bando

Smoke out the Pole

it whole lotta Rambo

Play like ya lit

Then we blow a nigga candle

Even sis wit shit

Knock a bitch out her sandals

12 on some shit

But bisness get handled

Hole bunch fatherless kids some vandals

Gunshots and choppas

And sirens from Ambo

Play like u built

Get ya lil ass dismantled

Mama said you better keep a foot on these nigga stand on it. Make them respect your mind.

Round the Alameda boy goes down.

I swear to god I fought the same nigga about 4 times.

Yeah my neighbors

Had permission to go whip my ass

Hit the gas station

I could get some gas or gas

Mama let me get this credit

You know I forgot my cash

Hook

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.

One uncle a drunk one uncle a mack

My mother sold jewelry. My daddy sold chooo

Boy, I'm A G

I was taught not to laugh.

Mama said if they hit you, then you got to hit them back.

Nigga, wanna brawl

We can fight there.

F*** about the law? I got cards. I don't fight fair

Weed and Gunsmoke in the night air

Police at the door

Daddy wanna spend the night there

Raise in a city, so wicked.

Where you could take a soul for a digit.

Youngboy dripping like a spigot.

They gonna line him up like a picket.

Make a line disappear, Steve Harvey.

Kids move around with 45 caliber carbings.

The wrong words will have a nigga checking for your heartbeat.

A bunch of crush out babies gotta strap them to a car seat.

(Break )

My corner store be the market

Pockets full of bands in marshalls and target

From bippin and Dippin all in them apartments

My brudda my banker

He bust down the yardarge

Smoke out the fronto

Duck out 12

my fam hit my stash

I done took me a L

Bro threw me the phone

I done got me some sales

Dumbass went back on block

Started given them hell

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.

I'm from a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

From a real nigga

A real nigga real nigga

Boulevard.