Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Shit, artist - J Stone. Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Shit |
| Uh, uh, uh-uh, oh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh |
| Gold Patek |
| Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh |
| Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah |
| Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah |
| See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit |
| Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit |
| Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit |
| I don’t know how the hell people do that (Uh) |
| Every ending is a new beginning (Yeah) |
| Not to mention I was on the block with Nipsey (On the block) |
| Piss poor, nigga, I ain’t have a pot to piss in (That's facts) |
| Jumpin' out on niggas, hoppin' the Dodge with pistols |
| Bow my head, I just pray that God forgive 'em (Lord forgive 'em) |
| Last night, I just had to off a nigga (Off a nigga) |
| Fuck your record deal, fuck your offer, nigga (Fuck your offer, nigga) |
| The smallest nigga, always fought the tallest niggas (Stayed down) |
| We grew up without a father, nigga (That's true) |
| Plus I grew up without a mama, nigga (Rest in peace) |
| Got shot, so I kept a revolver, nigga (Yeah) |
| And I got aim, so don’t be a target, nigga |
| Gold Patek |
| Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh |
| Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah |
| Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah |
| See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit |
| Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit |
| Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit |
| I don’t know how the hell people do that (Uh) |
| I’m devastated, his murder results in hesitation |
| It’s nights I cry and I tell my daughters I’m meditating |
| Ayy, I’ll die for this district, you mention Dedication |
| I took them trips to the neck 'cause the hood was segregated |
| So take your time to the necklace and never tell 'em nathan |
| 'Cause when they free you, the trenches rejoice in celebration |
| Separation is required for his elevation |
| I represent for the underprivileged that never hated |
| I had to get up off my ass, it’s time to get this paper |
| Two-fifty on the dash, but treat 'em like that bitch a scraper |
| I ain’t never told you no, you asked for all them favors |
| Nigga gotta respect my gangster after all this labor |
| Gold Patek |
| Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh |
| Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah |
| Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah |
| See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit |
| Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit |
| Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit |
| I don’t know how the hell people do that (Uh) |
| Win or lose, from the gutter to some business dudes |
| When you up high, you see life from a different view (From a different view) |
| The marathon must continue, shit, I’m living proof (I'm living proof) |
| We was ditching school, hop the fence, bend the rules (Fuck the law) |
| Now I’m hopping in the limo and them Benzes too (That's real shit) |
| South Central state of mind is what I’m giving you (That's real shit) |
| Four-fives and TEC-9's in my living room |
| I guess it’s the spirt of moms that I’m living through (That I’m living through) |
| They said I never was gon' make it to see fifteen (They lied) |
| Now I’m in my thirties living life that most niggas dream (Fuckin' haters) |
| And I ain’t do it by myself, I did it with my team (Yeah) |
| All Money In 'bout to bring home another ring |
| Gold Patek |
| Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh |
| Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah |
| Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah |
| See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit |
| Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit |
| Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit |
| I don’t know how the hell people do that (Uh) |