Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin), artist - YG. Date of issue: 17.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin) |
| I woke up this morning, I had a boner |
| I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner |
| I be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies |
| If I don’t make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless |
| My moms don’t got a job, my pop’s checks ain’t enough |
| If ain’t bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked |
| I swear I move like the mob, I’m watchin' movies too much |
| If niggas want it, you’re dead, what would you suggest? |
| They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs |
| Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love? |
| I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun |
| I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung |
| Had him on life support, where’s the family support? |
| He knew who shot him, but he ain’t even show up in court |
| Yeah, that’s a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga |
| The homie popped him so I hope he don’t kill me, nigga |
| That’s why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' |
| That’s why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' |
| That’s why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' |
| I be going through some things, you don’t know what I’ve been thinkin' |
| Now I’m ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin' |
| With a bitch that’s irritatin' from all these questions she askin' |
| Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where |
| You ain’t my main bitch so why the fuck do you care |
| That’s why bitches get fucked, then turn around and get left |
| Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex |
| I’m pressed when I’m stressed, my granny tell me I’m blessed |
| Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit? |
| Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke? |
| Or say I ain’t got it, then buy my lolo some new spokes |
| Right up in your fake setup, fuck you up like some mace |
| So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space |
| Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that’s laced |
| Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face |
| The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case |
| Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today? |
| I smoke this industry shit, to me it’s one big ass lick |
| I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga strip |
| Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8 |
| I’ve been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake |
| Meanwhile I’m grindin' cause drug money ain’t like rap money |
| Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy |
| I’m on this tour bus and I’m fucked up, I got a bad call, they killed Braze |
| They killed Chad my big homie Pup |
| Puppy eyes in my face, bro, and I’ve really been drinkin' |
| Why the fuck I’ve really been smokin'? |
| What the fuck, I’m the sober one |
| When I’m so stressed out I can’t focus |
| Hideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out |
| Speed past in the Cut-lass-me and little Ocho |
| And we young nigga hop out |
| 2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it |
| That’s the price of fame, recognize my pain, that’s all I know |
| All alone, but I’m out here though |
| Call my troops like vamonos |
| I’m on this tour bus and I’m fucked up |
| I got a bad call, and it’s all bad |
| Of OG with my OG and some OE, but the tall glass |