Roddy Ricch - Down for Real lyrics

Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr.

[Roddy Ricch - Down for Real lyrics]

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

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

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

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

My nigga just caught a 15 off the robbery
I ain't tryna do that
My old bitch done got my
New number, keep callin' me
Text her back like "Who that?"
And my trap at the house, I
Gotta run up the cheese
I don't fuck with the rats
Gave handouts to these niggas
And I got struck in the back (Ayy)
And my nigga, we ain't cut
From the same cloth
I'm in the street for real
Nigga I was trapped inside my problems
Sippin' that lean for real
Young nigga touched bout 30, 000
I ain't even seen a deal
Tryna get a three-piece out the trap
For my team for real

A lot of these niggas say they down for real
But when he got up under pressure
He just fold the pressure made me a diamond
I stood 10 toes i ain't have to sell my soul
To sit in this gold

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These niggas ain't down for real
And that's just how I feel yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep that

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