Real G's Lyrics

Yo

Yeah

Listen

Let me tell you a little story

About a kid, a really brave kid

That wanted to provide for his family

For his mom, make her comfortable you know

Give her some money

But he got caught up with some trouble

Listen

Yo

He was a cool motherfucker packed a little nine

Said I'm waiting for the day that they gon pull mine

Living out in the streets, seeing crackheads on trips

Conversate with real G's but still holding the heat

He got real big dreams about living on hills

Acting on the low he won't let 'em know 'bout his schemes

And he saved couple of dollars, sold couple of pills

Conscience died a long time ago and now he got bills

So he went to the store, saw a mic at the window

He looked at the price and said I gotta sell indo

He went to the G's and he asked for a loan

I need 1800 for a mic and some more

If we'll give you all that, all that paper you ask

You got 25 days 'till you giving it back

If you late there's gon be interest, it's 200 dollars

If you'll give it back before keep them bucks in your pocket

Real G's

You don't wanna mess with real G's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves

This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers

Mess with Real G's

You don't wanna fuck with OG's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves

We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

He just wanted to get over all the bullshit

Let alone dealing with all type of fools shit

Mama fiending for belonging in his drawers

Not the type of things that a grown kid will hold onto

Let's return to the topic of the loan too

He bought the mic and equipment for his songs

Who? Yeah that boy that all ever knew was struggle

Set the mic down get into that trouble

So he grabbed all the stories that he wrote

Beginning of the west side to the east coast

He said they'll never get mine feeling like a boss

Reminding me of Pac, was aware of all the flaws

He talked about the issues, that every country has

How rich and poor people is like the "good" and the "bad"

He asked his brother would you be the man in the chair for me?

He made a smirk and he asked where my chair homie?

Real G's

You don't wanna mess with real G's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves

This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers

Mess with Real G's

You don't wanna fuck with OG's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves

We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

So they made couple of songs, released them as a mixtape

And luckily for them people came like insects

Wanted to see the kid he was the only topic

He saw the papers coming and he never tried to stop it

He gave his mama half the cash the other took for profit

Went over to the G's, reached in for his pocket

He said fuck all you hoes I'm the boss now bitch

They shot his ass dead left the body in the street

Real G's

You don't wanna mess with real G's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves

This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers

Mess with Real G's

You don't wanna fuck with OG's

Cock it back on LAPD's

Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves

We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

Yeah

Hahaha

You ain't never know what them G's got

You know what I'm sayin man

You feel me

Don't ever mess with 'em

Yeah

Sad shit

But that's just how it went

If only he stayed humble

That shit wouldn't have happened