Real Ones (Outro) lyrics

[Intro]
I've seen real n*ggas turn fake
I've seen real n*ggas turn fake over paper

[Chorus]
sh*t killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
You was takin' care of kids, n*gga, how you don't feel love?
I did a lot for n*ggas, n*ggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad? Am I?
I ain't goin' back, that was there last time
Free my n*gga Bob, free my n*gga [?]
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
sh*t ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to [pots?]

[Verse]
Who done saved us now? n*ggas played me, bruh
I done probably got more gifts than my baby got
Still catch me holdin' out, that's all I know
Every night I pray to God that y'all come home
Phones ain't rung since a n*gga been gone
Few [?] but nobody really rode
Yeah, but they ridin' for us, huh?
So many with me here, but they dyin' for us, huh?
You feel me?
Girl, you ever need a phone, tell them to bill me
I ain't talkin' to your son and that sh*t hurt me, cuh
Still the sh*t I would've gave, n*ggas worse than us
Any time a n*gga play, who the first to bust?
Who run that Rolls to the East side? (Me)
Couple new trials, still yellin', "Free mine"
Yeah, who was good with you?
I know it hurt, they gotta look up to a lil' n*gga, rose Skelly on
I ain't even banged it yet
Won't let another n*gga 'round who don't claim this sh*t
You in your feelings, why? 'Cause a n*gga famous, b*tch?
Glock 27 on me and I sling this b*tch (Shh)
[Chorus]
sh*t killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
You was takin' care of kids, n*gga, how you don't feel love?
I did a lot for n*ggas, n*ggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad? Am I?
I ain't goin' back, that was there last time
Free my n*gga Bob, free my n*gga [?]
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
sh*t ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to [pots?]
sh*t kills me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Takin' care of kids, n*gga, how you don't feel love?
How you don't feel love?
sh*t killed me