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[Intro]
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga for life!
("Drill!")
("Drill!")
Real nigga
Real nigga
[Hook]
I'm a real nigga, my squad some real niggas
We some real niggas for life
See Swirl'll deal with ya', the gang'll deal with ya'
We on yo' ass with them pipes
Yani got them Glocks, and Cdai got them mops
We gone blowing that thing twice
Blow some shows then take flight
And I'on fucking fight, but I'm a real nigga for life
[Verse]
I was chasing M's, L'A was chasing M's
But bro god L'A, he gone
Now I'm riding with them K's, and them clips they so amaze
I might pop up at yo' home
He wit' that shit, he wit' that MOB shit, so I'mma hit him up then bail out
He thought he saw me lacking, but it was too much action
I hit him up then bailed out
Traffic with D Money, out late like some zombies
And I'm a hitta', I run up and blank
And now I smoke his stank, off the lean finna' faint
Now I'm flexing with my Robin's on
Real nigga
Real nigga
Real nigga for life!
("Drill!")
("Drill!")
Real nigga
Real nigga
[Hook]
I'm a real nigga, my squad some real niggas
We some real niggas for life
See Swirl'll deal with ya', the gang'll deal with ya'
We on yo' ass with them pipes
Yani got them Glocks, and Cdai got them mops
We gone blowing that thing twice
Blow some shows then take flight
And I'on fucking fight, but I'm a real nigga for life
[Verse]
I was chasing M's, L'A was chasing M's
But bro god L'A, he gone
Now I'm riding with them K's, and them clips they so amaze
I might pop up at yo' home
He wit' that shit, he wit' that MOB shit, so I'mma hit him up then bail out
He thought he saw me lacking, but it was too much action
I hit him up then bailed out
Traffic with D Money, out late like some zombies
And I'm a hitta', I run up and blank
And now I smoke his stank, off the lean finna' faint
Now I'm flexing with my Robin's on
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