Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down for Real, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bird Vision Entertainment
Song language: English
Down for Real |
I wasn’t up, but now I’m knowin' how it feel |
Stayed loyalty to these niggas, looked around and they ain’t here |
Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel |
I got it out the mud nigga, nigga that’s just how I feel |
You wasn’t with a nigga when I was down for real |
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn’t down for real |
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real |
A lot of these niggas ain’t down for real |
Would you put down on my books if I was trapped behind that wall? |
Just get trapped up in the jam, see how many niggas call |
That’s why I don’t fuck with niggas, only bad bitches |
Where was you at, nigga? |
When I was doin' bad, nigga |
Now these niggas flood around, cause I got diamonds on my neck |
Only fuck with loyal niggas, told my dawg to cut the check |
I cut that bitch if she ain’t comin' correct |
Cause I got too many bitches to even stress |
Tell my dawg to get that TEC, like Ron Artest |
These niggas trap and then they ball for like half of the game |
Made a profit with his dawg then spent half on a chain |
I wonder why these groupies ain’t call when I ain’t have no name |
I wasn’t up, but now I’m knowin' how it feel |
Stayed loyalty to these niggas, looked around and they ain’t here |
Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel |
I got it out the mud nigga, nigga that’s just how I feel |
You wasn’t with a nigga when I was down for real |
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn’t down for real |
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real |
A lot of these niggas ain’t down for real |
My nigga just caught a 15 off the robbery, I ain’t tryna do that |
My old bitch done got my new number, keep callin' me, text her back like «who that?» |
And my trap at the house, I gotta run up the cheese, I don’t fuck with the rats |
Gave handouts to these niggas, and I got struck in the back (aye) |
And my nigga, we ain’t cut from the same cloth, I’m in the street for real |
Nigga I was trapped inside my problems, sippin' that lean for real |
Young nigga touched bout thirty thousand, I ain’t even seen a deal |
Tryna get a three-piece out the trap for my team for real |
A lot of these niggas say they down for real |
But when he got up under pressure, he just fold |
The pressure made me a diamond, I stood ten toes |
I ain’t have to sell my soul to sip this gold |
I wasn’t up, but now I’m knowin' how it feel |
Stayed loyalty to these niggas, looked around and they ain’t here |
Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel |
I got it out the mud nigga, nigga that’s just how I feel |
You wasn’t with a nigga when I was down for real |
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn’t down for real |
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real |
A lot of these niggas ain’t down for real |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
These niggas ain’t down for real |
And that’s just how I feel |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yea |