EST Gee, Jeezy - The Realest lyrics

[EST Gee, Jeezy - The Realest lyrics]

If I die, I still go out the realest
He wanna talk, I just don't get it
That's our only difference
The shots I send don't come on Insta'
Come in five by sixes
You been a bitch, but since that PP hit
You think you lit
I built this shit up brick by brick
My name ain't on no list
I'm still on Fish
You might get hit on if like his pic
Whole time she puttin' you in the twist
You tryna wife this bitch
I'm from the brick
So I'll be cool with whatever I get
Before I did it niggas
Barely knew Louisville exist
Niggas'll spoil me and be sellin'
Boy off of our flips
Riata block we threw up blood
But the island was crips
So we cropped niggas out the
Pic who couldn't co-exist
I never did it for no fame
But acknowledge I'm lit
Look at my chain and say get
Killed for a robbery attempt
He know he gotta say my name
For his song to get clicked
Look like like she hurt you every day
They say life is a bitch
What's a name went against the grain
Why his car had got flipped
Get yo head split, the concrete see
Who you had problems with
Yeah

We the mob and we rich
Came too far to just quit
Came up all of my wrist
Quarter a raw to a split
Turn a split to a brick
Turn a brick into ten
Then we do it again
Double back, do it again

Ain't no limit, ball until I fall (Fall)
Destined to be the greatest, yeah
The writings on the wall
(Woo)
Twenty-nine you come and get it
I'll bring ya 30 G's
(G's)
The real snow fall
Just know you gon' need some skis
(Damn)
Them choppas all wood handle
Just minus the leaves
(Leaves)
Can make the Ninas do some
Things you wouldn't believe
(Woo)
The way I had the block flooded
Thought I had a boat
(Boat)
I flipped them bricks, I'm talkin' spicy
I'm the curry goat
(Yeah)
Them fumes comin' from the kitchen
Louder then a Harley
(Harley)
White bricks on white counters
Got me feelin' godly
(Snow)
Counted up my first million
Felt that in my soul
(Soul)
Schemin' on my second million
Got that in my bowl
(Yeah)
Bald head, no Sampson powers in my fork
(Fork)
Same stove, same kitchen
Granny cooked that pork
(Woo)
I'm in my auntie Nissan, yeah
I'm on a mission
(Mission)
That weed so heavy in the back
It might just need suspension
(Woo)
I'm in that kitchen
Whippin' smoother than a Cadillac
(Yeah)
I'm droppin' sixty-two
Tryna get a hunnid back
(Damn)
Four in a baby, nigga
And I ain't talkin' Similac
(Nah)
Scorpin' prints on them bitches
Like a artifact
I'm tryna hold my vision while
I'm grippin' on this vision
(Vision)
Lord knows
I just hope the big homie listenin'
Heavenly father
Give me grace while I'm makin' this play
(Play)
Wish I could make a hunnid mill
And just call it a day
(Day)
Money in the safe so long, I forgot the code
(Damn)
Apartment in my daddy name
That's to hide the load
(Yeah)
Don't compare me to trappers, nigga
Compare me to greats
(Greats)
Pablo died on the roof top
That ain't my fate
(Nah)
Chapo got life, he ain't never gettin' out
(Out)
I did it in some Air 1's
Fuck we talkin' 'bout?
(What we talkin' 'bout?)
My uncle did twenty years
Got nothin' to show
I got four million in cars
With no where to go
(Yeah)
Yeah, look
I'm on another level, talkin' another devil
(Yeah)
Joe Pesci and casino, yeah
I need another shovel
(Woo)
For the niggas like Gee
(Gee) , for the niggas like me (Me)
The realest nigga in the room, I
Should charge you a fee
Snow

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