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If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) [x3] Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Look I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise My hustle prescribed, don't take no consignment My rival is sex, got a selection of kicks and it's not your day if I'm selecting your bitch I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, worn by the rich Got that shit you can sniff Got not time to play grounds, way too much of a mess I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split Amongst a politic crips, I'm talking violence and shit Without no sign it exists I made my mind, this is it I weighed the risk and the reward and put the grind to this shit And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to this And all the hating and debating, that's the cowardice shit Claiming frog, you ain't believe til I rock this shit SongtexteSo hate niggas go long, you can die where you sit, uh Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Who your OG is cause? His name DJ Screw Nowadays that's my nigga DJ Errick, if it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?" And I got a bitch looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad, they want a replay fool I ain't even in the bill, still raise your hand Cannon I still free up the freeway who Yeah I'm fuckin with my nigga Nipsey, we fucked up way past a little tipsy God damnit that's the second goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to come and get me Get bent on a daily basis So let's time it woop And if am I'm rolling with the fifty Ain't talking bout a pistol either bitch, millimeters bitch And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this shit Put your glasses on Yeah, officer I had it but I passed it on I'm in and out the airport, no cashing for White bitch, big tits, no ass at all, just a bag to roll I gotta keep it on the low If a bitch nigga see it he gon raise up his hands and tell it But all the real niggas see it, then they ain't seen shit Bet I can check a hundred thousand by breakfast It's the same old dublin, still the same hustling Still going up, I ain't never going down I do this rap shit just to rep for my town Got a crib out in Cali and the hill blowing pound Minding my business, me and my bitches, roll so low whenever I go get it It be your best friend tell you pant smith put money in his pocket and still turn witness My surface smile, I don't fuck with y'all You say you went a trial, I heard you told it all Asking me for work, bitch nigga hell no You fire k one I don seen your file You niggas fake, you niggas snakes When you see my face don't touch your brakes I ain't tryin to end up in that place Get the fuck on, go long, that'a way Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Bitch nigga go long, get gone If you ain't a real nigga go long Aus Songtexte Mania