Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real N*gga, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 29.07.2015
Song language: English
Real N*gga |
| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga |
| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga |
| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga |
| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga |
| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga |
| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga |
| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas |
| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga |
| Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone |
| I’m ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome |
| Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my head |
| I turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all, they all dead |
| I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread |
| Gettin' pussy, 'Fuck the opinions of pussies', I said |
| Real niggas on top, free Rum from the box |
| Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox |
| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga |
| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga |
| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga |
| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga |
| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga |
| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga |
| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas |
| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga |
| Studio thug, you can’t do what I does |
| I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs |
| Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit |
| They jammed a D on the road, he ain’t cooperate shit |
| I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew |
| Loyalty ain’t no favor, nigga, it’s just what we do |
| BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo |
| But all the time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two |
| Man, it’s nothin', all these bitches is fuckin' |
| All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin' |
| I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don’t respect my name |
| Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers |
| I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga |
| I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga |
| I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga |
| I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga |
| Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga |
| A couple boxes, ain’t no sneaks, just some bills, nigga |
| The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas |
| If you one hundred, then you love me, I’m a real nigga |
| Part 2: June 5th |
| Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus |
| With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up |
| Fuck could niggas tell me I ain’t working |
| I see them niggas every time they hurtin' |
| Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out |
| You can’t have your hand and your chest out |
| What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? |
| You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts |
| I got mad missions to accomplish |
| Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet |
| I can never stop, give me what you got |
| I ain’t tryin' to hit like a bitch is on |
| Some niggas throw shots, but it don’t matter |
| Cause when I throw shots bones shatter |
| Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em |
| I’m the real deal, niggas fakin' |
| Moment of silence, I’m 'bout to kill niggas |
| You’re bitin' my style, I’m 'bout to bill niggas |
| Swagger jackin' at an all-time high |
| And I ain’t really mad, I am that guy |
| A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna |
| Little nigga, I’m the big whale and the shooter |
| Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L |
| Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire |
| And I won’t feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher |
| On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser |
| Most these niggas' vagina, I’m lookin' 'round but don’t find ya |
| Like, damn with these niggas that be so tough |
| My phone in my hand, nobody still ain’t called my bluff |
| I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much |
| Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit |
| Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus |
| With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up |
| Fuck could niggas tell me I ain’t working |
| I see them niggas every time they hurtin' |
| Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out |
| You can’t have your hand and your chest out |
| What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what? |
| You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts |