RNDC Lyrics

I heard real niggas don't cry cause it's bad for the movies

Told my brothers to help out if you ain't banging groupies

Want that bitch with a big butt but she moving so stupid

I be moving extrinsic as fuck If you ask what I know then you know I got bucks

I guess real niggas don't cry for they bros in the sky man this shit ain't no love

This shit ain't no love son, bought a grip for the old gun

Bad bitches they know that they owe one, I was born in that 003

But her shit be the best type of ocean

This shit ain't no love son, you can call who you want son

But the dead just ain't coming back, get ahead to the bands son,

Buy a chain for the real ones

How the fuck do you sleep nigga? How the fuck do you think that I breathe nigga

Take a guess how I'm finna leave nigga Hundred shots chasing you down the street nigga

These chops they be wylin

Mad macs In the back she be riding with rough riders

Niggas is backpacked with a big load Of a couple of pounds hiding

I be selling them nightmares They'll keep you up I could swear you a addict nigga

All my niggas want pateks nigga So we grinding for better living

If you think that we won't scope Hit you up with that no scope

Cocaine, she talking too much needa tell her to back up

No mane,

We eating that lo mein

The soup got a taste of my gold chain so it froze

I'm hoping you dont play When I'm up in your spot I just wanna know

And these bitches they cold mane They'll turn you into a quick pay on the low

If you know what I know man If you know what I know then you know

My niggas is players They don't even know what we saying

My niggas is dangerous We not even part of the banging

My niggas be crazy They think they a dog get barkley at parties

My niggas is brazy Passing the shit cause I drank too much 40

My brothers we down for it Get you running to your death forest

There ain't no time, there ain't no rest for us Wicked shit ain't never benched for us

We do what we gotta Ain't no rules on this side of the stratum

Boom bitch, get hit, done dada Ain't no beef gang, we got no problems

But you act like a bitch nigga Go in the back and just cry like a bitch nigga

Real milk, wig splitter Feed you a bottle for niggas that don't get it

If you act like a bitch nigga You get done like a bitch nigga

You get dropped off, kicked out no what ifs, no what bouts

You fucked up your own life I got no choice but to watch from the sidelines

My niggas they know strife They'll take your life if you keep spitting mad lies

I know that you mad kiddo But you can't be a bitch and then act like a real fellow

You ain't a friend to us Not gonna lie you be acting like a damn nuisance

And fuck what you worked on my album Nigga you put in a couple of hours

You act like you entitled Well in that case give me credit for being a friend to you

I swear that this is the end for you Tin foil hat off my head

Conspiracy

These niggas gon' die from fear me

I hope that you don't jump I don't wanna know about it

I hope that you keep it quiet And your body ain't never recovered

I hope that you're fam crying

There ain't no dissing me No dissing D no dissing P

I swear that your enemies ain't your enemies Until you make them

I heard real niggas don't cry Cause its bad for the movies

But i guess that you Fuck up and you cry now Cause you always been stupid

Ain't no time you think what now And you already drooping

Get my name out your mouth quick Before we cut tongues and a nigga end muted