
Real Ones (Outro) 42 Dugg
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[Intro]
I've seen real niggas turn fake
I've seen real niggas turn fake over paper
[Chorus]
Shit killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
You was takin' care of kids, nigga, how you don't feel love?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad? Am I?
I ain't goin' back, that was there last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga [?]
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
Shit ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to [pots?]
[Verse]
Who done saved us now? Niggas played me, bruh
I done probably got more gifts than my baby got
Still catch me holdin' out, that's all I know
Every night I pray to God that y'all come home
Phones ain't rung since a nigga been gone
Few [?] but nobody really rode
Yeah, but they ridin' for us, huh?
So many with me here, but they dyin' for us, huh?
You feel me?
Girl, you ever need a phone, tell them to bill me
I ain't talkin' to your son and that shit hurt me, cuh
Still the shit I would've gave, niggas worse than us
Any time a nigga play, who the first to bust?
Who run that Rolls to the East side? (Me)
Couple new trials, still yellin', "Free mine"
Yeah, who was good with you?
I know it hurt, they gotta look up to a lil' nigga, rose Skelly on
I ain't even banged it yet
Won't let another nigga 'round who don't claim this shit
You in your feelings, why? 'Cause a nigga famous, bitch?
Glock 27 on me and I sling this bitch (Shh)
I've seen real niggas turn fake
I've seen real niggas turn fake over paper
[Chorus]
Shit killed me, bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
You was takin' care of kids, nigga, how you don't feel love?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad? Am I?
I ain't goin' back, that was there last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga [?]
Swear to God, bein' down done changed a lot
Shit ain't stickin' to the knife have to change to [pots?]
[Verse]
Who done saved us now? Niggas played me, bruh
I done probably got more gifts than my baby got
Still catch me holdin' out, that's all I know
Every night I pray to God that y'all come home
Phones ain't rung since a nigga been gone
Few [?] but nobody really rode
Yeah, but they ridin' for us, huh?
So many with me here, but they dyin' for us, huh?
You feel me?
Girl, you ever need a phone, tell them to bill me
I ain't talkin' to your son and that shit hurt me, cuh
Still the shit I would've gave, niggas worse than us
Any time a nigga play, who the first to bust?
Who run that Rolls to the East side? (Me)
Couple new trials, still yellin', "Free mine"
Yeah, who was good with you?
I know it hurt, they gotta look up to a lil' nigga, rose Skelly on
I ain't even banged it yet
Won't let another nigga 'round who don't claim this shit
You in your feelings, why? 'Cause a nigga famous, bitch?
Glock 27 on me and I sling this bitch (Shh)
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