Meek Mill - Real Niggaz lyrics

Real niggas that beat us
Bitch niggas that beat them
Real niggas that beat us
Bitch niggas that beat them
Real niggas that beat us
Bitch niggas that beat them
Hitch me ballin like a mother fucker
Hangin all inlet’s go!
Figure, gang we doctor hurt the game
Strapped up, right leanin on that purple ring
This nigga violate it the
Sound the serving mane he killed my man
I kill his mama we both
Know we heard the same
Cops put the case on me
’cause makin you stick
I’m lean on yellow blow that
Purple that’s the laker shit
Bricks up in that you homie take you rich
You niggas is rup all y’all takin ha ha ha
All the women been callin him
I’m getting face I’m a bad chick
You home face but glugin in
You should see with me and
Poppin me BB arguing in
And buggin in, I want all of them
Like bug bugger see it that price is vibe
I need that china white
Homie you’ll be gone the night
Nigga he’s on a side
Say one of my voice is and take your work
Don’t get treat me

More my feeling shit, I’m killing shit
I’m in this bitch with my nigga Gillie da Kid
A hundred bricks, a thousand pounds
Get club on us and bitches going down
Shout out to my nigga mick meal
So the deal ain’tmill
Nigga rapping about cocaine
I really so that dope for real
I really fuck the hoe for real
And had around drama on a chopper
Street meal we get money now
Make the fuck they can’t stop us
Damage could they wanna, ace on my charge up
Dope niggas I’m a triple crol
You can’t rob the robbers
Put it on themodify but dodger
Paint with that candy same
Color is thought up
Sauce if I take a loss it gonna be a murderer
I am the realest nigga walking ever heard of
You’re Gotti I’m so full of zen inand purple
And you so full of psy you
Need ten pounds and girt us

Real nigagaz that be us
Bitch niggas that be them
Them niggas that you heard about this
Them bird out we them
You fuck around and get murder out
Off the word mouth pm
When them clue shot till your dough nigga
Wavin out foe foe nigga
Ha don’t make me send them
Shooters to your address
That bullets bustin off your
Body like bad check
Chuck gamble with your life but
It’s your last that
You ain’t gotta smoke no PC
Penny get your ass wet
What we partners nigga we roll
Bad bitches on hoe
My nigga wrist so cold ’cause
I ball hard the rose
When I put up in that rose
All my haters just froze
All the bitches they chose
Ad everybody they know