Tales of a Real n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Still treat a bad b*tch like she ain't a dime
I'm running lights like it ain't a crime
I'm on the grind, [?] go figure
I know some hoes realer than you n*ggas
Speak on that man when you see his face
Can't go to church, 'cause the preacher fake
Don't give a f*ck if I offend you
I eat whatever's on the menue
Give a sh*t about a b*tch or a sl*t, n*gga, f*ck these hoes
And I know damn well what they really wanna f*ck me for
Get up off my back, goddman, let me handle my business
And this ain't no rap [?] God be my wittness

[Chorus: Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n*gga
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n*gga
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n*gga
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n*gga
And anywhere I go, n*gga, it's all good

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
All these n*ggas screaming that real sh*t
They [?] fake sh*t
Got a lotta bark, but ain't gon' bite sh*t
Quick to pick up a tool, but he won't fight
So he dumping on [?]
n*ggas stay inside, 'cause them killers roaming at night
[?] Alley rapping [?] ain't cool
I'm that lil n*gga from back in school, used to be taking your food
If you know 'bout Alley Boy, you know Trouble
You know [?], you know Sosa
[?]
[?]
Tryna catch one of these big fish
Big pus*y, big [?]
Lil partner used to be snitching
Back in the streets, he doing the same thing
So it's hard for a n*gga to maintain
Surrounded by these fake n*ggas
This ain't no ferrytale, this my life, [?] I'm a real n*gga
[Chorus: & Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n*gga
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n*gga
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n*gga
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n*gga
And anywhere I go, n*gga, it's all good

[Verse 3: Eldorado Red]
Sex, money, murder, drugs, I grew accustomed
To coming round here if you want n*ggas [?] bust at you
I ain't really trusting you, no gun, I'm snuffing you
Dead, I'm cracking your jaw
pus*y n*gga, you talk what? Rob who?
Last n*gga tried that, 40 [?] clap and made his whole head splat
Red got a dumb sack, stupid loud kush pack
Tales of a real n*gga, you know where the f*ck I'm at
Dirty junky money, in the slum where the [?] at
[?] that's my hood neighbor, we ain't gon' speak on that
1's, 10's and 5's, in the [?] running up racks
1's, 10's and 5's in the [?] getting to the sack

[Verse 4: Coach Ricky J]
I can spot a real n*gga when he come [?]
That's how the kid came up [?] less than one month
One n*gga that believed in a young n*gga
If he say, I'll take the soul from a dumb n*gga
f*ck nhiggas, no, I don't f*ck with ya
Before I do, duplicate my [?] picture
From the clean to the green to the pills, n*gga
What's realer than a tale from a real n*gga?
Coach Ricky
[Chorus: Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n*gga
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n*gga
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n*gga
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n*gga
And anywhere I go, n*gga, it's all good