| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| As I look around we the realest in the game left
|
| Dope boy really touched the work
|
| I push pounds of purp a nigga been a leader
|
| My auntie running out of dog food she put cocaine in a syringe needle
|
| You ain’t never been to the pen either
|
| You ain’t even came around here to spend either
|
| Nigga ain’t sparing no friend either
|
| Nigga roll with you then leave you
|
| I’m serving my neighbor I’m getting the paper
|
| We all strapped we like a small Al Qaeda
|
| I’m telling my niggas lets get rich fuck this shit we can fall out later
|
| Roll up I got 5 new flavors 12 new gauges and 9 new haters
|
| Gotta watch these bands before this little white man
|
| Try to come and find out who paid us
|
| What you know about the cartel boss looking at you saying
|
| Damn you know what you made us
|
| And you talking about fucking with these rap shit
|
| Nah nigga you must be crazy
|
| 36 ounces you must’ve been waiting
|
| I blew up though from what you gave me
|
| I grew up though you know who raised me
|
| Where’s your account you must didn’t save me
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| As I look around we the realest in the game left
|
| Fuck what they be yellin'
|
| Niggas rap about guns and street life, them niggas be tellin'
|
| They don’t know about real
|
| They ain’t never been broke, mob nothin', they ain’t ever been to jail
|
| They don’t know about beef going back and forth
|
| Late night on the block 'til the MAC go off
|
| Nigga just came home and he back up north
|
| Everybody where you from know your block is soft
|
| Hold up
|
| Lemme throw my cup
|
| Let’s toast to them boys, they ain’t ever broke up
|
| And we battled everybody and never choked up
|
| All we do is get money and stay smoked up (Light up some)
|
| I done stuffed my hawk
|
| I poke one of you niggas with that industry talk
|
| We the realest everywhere, not just New York
|
| Been eating worldwide, you see my fork
|
| What you know about me
|
| Street nigga half the shit I can’t IG
|
| Hope the cops can’t ID
|
| Things my son can not see
|
| Let the Trey Pound go
|
| Light up, let the whole pound go
|
| I’m lit, you should see my show
|
| Real nigga just to let ya’ll know
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| As I look around we the realest in the game left
|
| More money, same nigga
|
| Better frame, same picture
|
| Feds is watching, why they ain’t get ya?
|
| They ain’t ya niggas, they ain’t with ya
|
| You don’t see em and they say they missed you
|
| All the bad luck and hate they wished you
|
| You and your homie, different casket
|
| Same pastor, same scripture
|
| I’m in the hood where the drugs is, never that far away from where the plug is
|
| Homemade corn liquor in the tub is
|
| Down bottom to its hot where the bugs is
|
| Object is to rise up above this
|
| Why you think all the real niggas love Kiss?
|
| Cause the 'Gram got people so caught up with likes motherfuckers forgot what
|
| real love is
|
| Check it, right off the back of the big 18 wheelers
|
| As soon as I get it it goes to the dealers
|
| They been fucking with us, I know that they feel us
|
| Ain’t too much to say 'cause they know we the realest
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| Realest niggas in the game left
|
| As I look around we the realest in the game left |