Real Street n*gga lyrics

by

Stitches


[Chorus]
I’m a real street n*gga, and you'se a fake ass n*gga
Ain’t never sold dope n*gga, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You a pus*y ass n*gga, y’all some pus*y ass n*ggas
You a pus*y ass n*gga, I’m a real street n*gga

[Verse 1]
Diamonds in my grill boy, I might leave you blind
Cocaine in my car, and the police tryna find it
f*ck the police, and f*ck them K9 dogs too
Coffee beans and a vacuum seal n*gga what can you do
I’m a professional drug dealer
And I make music for all of my thug n*ggas
Free all of my n*ggas in the chain game whoadie
I’m always gonna scream free all of my homies

[Chorus]
I’m a real street n*gga, and you'se a fake ass n*gga
Ain’t never sold dope n*gga, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You a pus*y ass n*gga, y’all some pus*y ass n*ggas
You a pus*y ass n*gga, I’m a real street n*gga

[Verse 2]
All my n*ggas riders, I’m a drug supplier
White tee, jordans on n*gga and I’m driving
Bricks in the back boy, in a pillow sack boy
If they try to pull me over, I'mma catch a case boy
I ain't going in boy, it’s gonna be life boy
They gonna try to put me in there for my whole life boy
I don’t wanna rot in no prison, I’d rather be dead
And when I find out who snitch on me, that boy gonna end up dead
f*ck Young Jeezy, f*ck Tyga and The Game
f*ck around with me n*gga, I put bullets in your brain
You just woke up a monster, you was just some imposters
The truth always come, remember that homie
[Chorus]
I’m a real street n*gga, and you'se a fake ass n*gga
Ain’t never sold dope n*gga, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You a pus*y ass n*gga, y’all some pus*y ass n*ggas
You a pus*y ass n*gga, I’m a real street n*gga
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