PnB Rock - Intro (RnB (Real Nigga Bangaz)) lyrics
Rakim Hasheem Allen
[PnB Rock - Intro RnB Real Nigga Bangaz lyrics]
I grew up without my dad
Cause he got killed by my brother's mom
Word on the street is that she
Stabbed him a couple times
Found out that he had another girl pregnant
Tryna let it go but but
Her pop wouldn't let it
Thots saying murder so she picked up a weapon
Knife to the chest
Now there's no more Fredrick, damn
Was too young to even be sad though
Everything was all cool cause I had more
He was more than an uncle
He was more like a brother
Matter of fact he was more like my dad though
Took part of my soul when they killed him
Seven twelve oh-seven shit got real
One shot to the chest can't be real
To this day man y'all don't know how I feel
Still wanna call your phone
But I know that you won't answer
I feel all alone
Streets raised me, mom did what she could
Tryna raise five bad boys in the hood
By the age of thirteen nigga
I was smoking weed
Got my hands on a gun same day I caught a jug
Kicked out the crib mom's tired
Of the cops knocking
Dropped out of high school, said fuck college
Just a young nigga out here with no guidance
Skinny nigga that was never scared of nobody
I caught a juvenile case
Yeah they sat me down
Couple months in Arizona now I'm back around
Fuck no, no lessons learned
I came home thinkin' it's my turn
On probation still catching cases
Still smoking weed, now I'm on the run
While later, man I ran into some money
Lord knows couldn't tell me nothin'
I'm for real when they copped [?]
[?] jewelry me and mean, we was stuntin'
But you know that ain't last long
Like I said I was on the run
Nigga caught another case and
They sent me upstate
Hard time, wasn't nothin' fun
Whole time I was up there snappin'
No friends, no fam, what happened
No mail
No texts got a nigga catchin'
Wreck in the mountains
I was up there stressin'
Writin' songs made time go by
'Till my celly said rock you hot
I'm for real, you can probably get a deal
Matter fact let's take it
To the yard outside
I spit a verse and sung a hook
And they said bring it back
Young boy
You got that work, you really in your bag
Came home and I'm fucking up the game now
Niggas mad cause I rap and sing now
Hell yeah I done made my own lane now
Watch this R&B shit be flames now
Watch this R&B shit be flames now
Cause he got killed by my brother's mom
Word on the street is that she
Stabbed him a couple times
Found out that he had another girl pregnant
Tryna let it go but but
Her pop wouldn't let it
Thots saying murder so she picked up a weapon
Knife to the chest
Now there's no more Fredrick, damn
Was too young to even be sad though
Everything was all cool cause I had more
He was more than an uncle
He was more like a brother
Matter of fact he was more like my dad though
Took part of my soul when they killed him
Seven twelve oh-seven shit got real
One shot to the chest can't be real
To this day man y'all don't know how I feel
Still wanna call your phone
But I know that you won't answer
I feel all alone
Streets raised me, mom did what she could
Tryna raise five bad boys in the hood
By the age of thirteen nigga
I was smoking weed
Got my hands on a gun same day I caught a jug
Kicked out the crib mom's tired
Of the cops knocking
Dropped out of high school, said fuck college
Just a young nigga out here with no guidance
Skinny nigga that was never scared of nobody
I caught a juvenile case
Yeah they sat me down
Couple months in Arizona now I'm back around
Fuck no, no lessons learned
I came home thinkin' it's my turn
On probation still catching cases
Still smoking weed, now I'm on the run
While later, man I ran into some money
Lord knows couldn't tell me nothin'
I'm for real when they copped [?]
[?] jewelry me and mean, we was stuntin'
But you know that ain't last long
Like I said I was on the run
Nigga caught another case and
They sent me upstate
Hard time, wasn't nothin' fun
Whole time I was up there snappin'
No friends, no fam, what happened
No mail
No texts got a nigga catchin'
Wreck in the mountains
I was up there stressin'
Writin' songs made time go by
'Till my celly said rock you hot
I'm for real, you can probably get a deal
Matter fact let's take it
To the yard outside
I spit a verse and sung a hook
And they said bring it back
Young boy
You got that work, you really in your bag
Came home and I'm fucking up the game now
Niggas mad cause I rap and sing now
Hell yeah I done made my own lane now
Watch this R&B shit be flames now
Watch this R&B shit be flames now