Down for Real Roddy Ricch

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
That ain't your dawg, for real
If all a **** want is... know what I’m sayin'
Check, that ain't your dawg
My n**** stayed down from the... you know what I’m sayin'?
When **** didn't have shit, you dig?
That's why we gon' ball forever
Yeah, yeah
CashAP got the beat tight

[Chorus]
I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel
Stayed loyal to these niggas, looked around and they ain’t here
Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel
I got it out the mud, nigga, that’s just how I feel
You wasn't with a nigga when I was down for real
Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn’t down for real
Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real
A lot of these niggas ain't down for real

[Verse 1]
Would you put down on my books if I was trapped behind that wall?
Just get trapped up in the jam, see how many niggas call
That's why I don't fuck with niggas, only bad bitches
Where was you at, nigga, when I was doin’ bad, nigga?
Now these niggas flood around, 'cause I got diamonds on my neck
Only fuck with loyal niggas, told my dawg to cut the check
I cut that bitch if she ain't comin' correct
'Cause I got too many bitches to even stress
Tell my dawg to get that TEC, like Ron Artest (Brrt, brrt)
These niggas trap and then they ball for like half of the game
Made a profit with his dawg, then spent half on a chain
I wonder why these groupies ain't call when I ain't have no name