n*ggeria lyrics

[Verse 1]
Catch a n*gga slippin' I'll bust his dome
Police come then I'll run for my life tho (skirt)
If he black, I'll take his life (life)
Police catch me with the gun I'll take a strike
Real n*gga sh*t, I'll f*ck a n*gga b*tch (b*tch)
Break his happy home, do whatever to be rich (skirt)
Police on my ass I threw the chopper out the window (throw it)
If I see some enemies then I pull out extendo
Real n*gga sh*t, I sold dope to my auntie
Then claim my lil' cousins cuz they momma was a crack head
I stack bread I gotta get this money ain't no playin' with me
Get dope by any means don't give a f*ck about my family tree
Real n*gga sh*t, Readin' books, that's for dumb n*ggas
I put on for the hood and my slum n*ggas
Real n*gga sh*t, hundred-thousand, don't invest
Spend it all at the Gucci store b*tch I'm gettin' dressed

[Chorus]
Real n*gga sh*t
This the sh*t that real n*ggas do
My n*ggas they was real n*ggas too
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
Real n*gga sh*t
This the sh*t that real n*ggas do
My n*ggas they was real n*ggas too
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
[Verse 2]
Don't want no smart b*tch, call that b*tch a scrub (scrub)
I don't wash my new born kid, b*tch I go hit the club (ballin')
If I see a black n*gga ballin' I'll book him fast
My son wanted to be an astronaut I whooped his ass (whoop)
Son thinkin' like that get no respect (none)
Wanna know his first words? (What?) On the set (thuggin')
n*gga you will never dream to fly high (no, no)
12 year old took him on his first drive-by (bussin')
Told my daughter don't be f*ckin' with no lame n*ggas (never)
Find a thug or one them gang n*ggas
Real n*gga who be bout that action (action)
Baby daddy who fresh out he still bout that clappin' (clappin')
My son asked me for a book for Christmas (what?)
But I wasn't at home I was outside bookin' n*ggas
Santa suit (suit) big ol' Mac in the black bag
Gucci belt reindeers max swag (thuggin')

[Chorus]
Real n*gga sh*t
This the sh*t that real n*ggas do
My n*ggas they was real n*ggas too
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
Real n*gga sh*t
This the sh*t that real n*ggas do
My n*ggas they was real n*ggas too
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
How it feel to be a real n*gga?
(This sh*t gonna be so real right here, watch this)
[Verse 3]
If a black n*gga come to my hood I let the pistol spark
I don't even like smilin' man that sh*t's for marks (f*ck no!)
Set all these n*ggas back, my Glock'll spray (rah)
n*gga think he gonna make it out the hood, not today (haha)
Kill a n*gga then be in church next day screamin' "Jesus my idol!" (my idol)
Believe in the Lord a hundred percent but I don't read the Bible (nope)
I just know God my savior he the whole sire (sire)
When I hit church, tryna f*ck the whole choir (f*ck 'em)
I got an urge for doin dumb sh*t
I coulda been a doctor, lawyer, but I'd rather hit the fun sh*t (Real n*gga sh*t)
You want the fade they gotta pick him up (pick him up)
Police want the fade I don't do nothin' let em help me up
Bail out next day like f*ck the police I'm the freest n*gga
Won't shoot at them ones but I'll clap it if I see a n*gga
Police come it's pedal to the metal I be outta here (outta here)
n*gga come I hit him with he metal he'll be outta here (outta here)
n*ggas talkin' all that black on black peace sh*t
Please quit, nobody wanna hear that sh*t, Sharif (no, no, no)
Blowing reefer in the field n*gga
This the sh*t that real n*ggas do