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Real Street Nigga

Bankroll Freddie and EST Gee

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Foreverolling
Man, c'mon

Niggas know who runnin' shit and who just run their mouth
How you rich? Bond was fifty, you couldn't get your brother out?
Don't call me to say you seen him out, money good, walk him down
Ain't too much to talk about, I'm up now they talkin' down
Been up but I'm rappin', lately they notice now
Know I keep my pole around, reach for somethin' we swap it out
My chain for a hundred rounds, man, lawyer a hundred thou'
I love him so it's nothin' even if I did he still'll shut his mouth
Came up makin' turn arounds, brick after brick, pound after pound
Servin' local but he came through, postal out of town
I been up for a while, real gangsta, know that's facts
I can never lack, might spin in that 'Cat
Fat boy double back, run off if he tax
You was writin' raps, I was out west tryna get it back
Hundred bowls of thrax

Hear voices talkin' to me they say, "Geesy, keep it solid"
Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college
Every other night I used to count up at my mamas
Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your partna
I'm a street nigga, I drink Wockhardt not no vodka
I'm a street nigga, bought it soft and sold it solid
Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance
Real street nigga, you can't knock me I'm too solid

Yeah, Bankroll
A hunnid shots in each and every blue car that you see with me
I got Gee with me, BKM, ho, EST with me
Real street nigga plugged on the loud, unc' got the keys
And I get sold like twenty bags of Runtz, but that shit had some seeds
Shit, I ain't trippin' though, still can't get his money back
Got a problem, get him whacked, got ten for his fitted cap
And I don't beef on social sites, I swear I don't get into that
Gave lil' bro nem a dub, and told 'em spin through and go finish that
I used to mix the mids with the gas when I was comin' up
Vacuum seal 'em up, I can show you how to run up
Them niggas lame as f*ck, name a nigga came and fucked with us
And all my opps they broke, tell them niggas get they money up

Hear voices talkin' to me they say, "Geesy, keep it solid"
Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college
Every other night I used to count up at my mamas
Took twenty out my safe and went and put it on your partna
I'm a street nigga, I drink Wockhardt not no vodka
I'm a street nigga, bought it soft and sold it solid
Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance
Real street nigga, you can't knock me I'm too solid

Written by: Enrico Giannini, Freddie Gladney, George Stone III, Jeffery Lynn Jones Jr.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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