$oova – REAL n#gg#

$oova – REAL n#gg# Lyrics

Artist: $oova
Song: REAL n#gg#

Yeah
Married to the game
Told her don′t break a happy home
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Only see me for a hour
I just hit and then i’m gone
Everybody wanna call
And so i don′t pick up the phone

n#gg#s always need something
Want the meat but not the bone
Remember rappin in my closet
Spittin passion to get out the hood

Nights i had my stomach hurtin
Hopin i’d be livin good
I’d six feet deep
Up in that wood

Wasn′t for my homies
I′d be in the pen and sellin goods
What y’all n#gg#s know bout that?
Get some weight

Then bring it back
Trappin out mcdonald′s
Sellin pies
Just to get like that

You know you don’t be like that
Why he actin sweet like that?
I ain′t lost my n#gg#s
For y’all white boys to rep heat like that

What this bout y′all real like that?
Y’all kno y’all ain′t real like that
Keep throwin these flags
And these bandannas

Boy get killed like that
Y′all know y’all ain′t real like that
Y’all know y′all ain’t built like that
Y′all know y’all ain’t bout the sh#t

So don′t act like you is like that
9 how i feel like that
Tote it in my pocket
Ain′t no holster

I just keep it
For the n#gg#s pocket watchin
Y’all be dodgin all the heat
n#gg#s know just where i be

Talkin tough over a phone
I′ll make a n#gg# buckle knees
What this sh#t y’all say bout me?
Oh he a b#tch, he so p#ss#

I ain′t trippin what they say
Said i’m a b#tch?
Oh n#gg# please
Runnin like you see police

Talkin like you in them streets
Tell these n#gg#s all the truth
You a b#tch
A prophecy

n#gg#s know i gotta be
Like the greatest
On the mic
Stop that cappin in your songs

n#gg# talk about ya life
You don′t got to be street n#gg#
To hold a f#ckin pipe
You don’t gotta act hard

For your flow to be real nice
I ain’t preachin
That′s alright
I′m just talkin to the youth

What’s it like to follow passions
But to have your homework due
What′s it’s like to chase a dream
But to also have to stay in school

What′s it’s like to work
Until you fall asleep up in the booth
Like it′s 2052
I’m still writing like it’s new

Y′all don′t never get tired
Of spittin’ sh#t that isn′t true?
And gotta keep this fake persona
Yeah you tired?

Bet you do
sh#t could never be me
Ain’t no gimmick
It′s just $oo’

Uh
f#ck
Hollon
Uh

Y′all thought i was finished?
Uh
Grab a f#ckin uzi
Spin the block in circles wit it

He keep talkin all that sh#t
I’ll let this mac spread on his children
n#gg# said that he a atheist
No motherf#ckin christian

Barrel to his head
And see how quick he find religion
I ain’t really into dissin
n#gg# i come from the streets

Only time you see me runnin
If i′m in front of police
n#gg# out here actin hard
I′ll make him pay the b#tchin’ fee

Spit this sh#t until my mouth dry
What y′all know bout totin heat
Remember nights i couldn’t eat
Remember nights i had to cry

All these n#gg#s say they loyal
But ain′t stayin by side
Nights i just wanted to die
That sh#t had me terrified

What’s a like to have a passion
But to have no one to ride
Yeah, i grew up with 2 people
It′s not fair to call em parents

Every day another problem
I was so f#ckin embarrassed
What’s it’s like to have friends
Who′s parents love is all apparent

And to go home at 13
And be a parent to your parent
Got da adderall, the xanax, and the prozac
By the bed

Never seen her off the pills
She was crazy in the head
Boyfriend with the anger issues
n#gg# always so upset

Raised myself in middle school
I should′ve got a f#ckin check
Movin weight by like 14
I needed money to take care of it

House too f#ckin toxic
f#cked up in the head
But can’t afford no f#ckin therapist
So i just rap on beats and hope

That someone out there hearing it
What y′all know
Bout sittin in your room prayin for n#gg#s back
Talkin to Allah

But feelin like he is not hearin that
I ajnt lost my boys
For y’all to use as an aesthetic
And for lame #ss white boys

To try and act like all y′all get it
n#gg# roll the f#ckin credits
I don’t shoot
I let that b#tch blow

Actin slimy
Tell Dre we don′t trust him
We wipe his nose
Always got the blicky in the sticky

Know how this go
n#gg# actin sweet
I’ll roll him up like cigarillos
I stay with them killers

Creepin out the Cliff
Y’all n#gg#s get scared by teardrops
I grew up around that sh#t
I don′t even leave the house

Unless i got the blick
Love my f#ckin city
But y′all n#gg#s plottin sh#t
Uh

Bands how i’m doin it
40 on waist
If he talkin to me foul
Might just have to catch a case

I ain′t asked for all these opps
Just the money and the fame
Don’t prioritize a b#tch
Got a bag i′m tryna chase

I was raised this f#ckin way
Bag chaser
Real n#gg#
Don’t even come around me

Cause i stay with real killers
Y′all got guns for show
But i’m pullin real triggers
Raised this f#ckin way

A bag chaser
Real n#gg#
Uh
Raised this f#ckin way

Bag chaser
Real n#gg#
Don’t even come around me
Cause i stay with real killers

Y′all got guns for show
But i′m pullin real triggers
Raised this f#ckin way
A bag chaser

Real n#gg#
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From the album:
SOOVA [Explicit]
Release Year: 2016