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Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left As I look around we the realest niggas in the game left Dope boy really touched the work I push pounds of purp a nigga been a leader My auntie running out of dog food she put cocaine in a syringe needle You ain't never been to the pin either You ain't even came around here to spend either Nigga ain't sparing no friend either Nigga roll with you then leave you I'm serving my neighbor I'm getting the paper We all strapped we like a small Al Qaeda I'm telling my niggas lets get rich fuck this shit we can fall out later Roll up I got 5 new flavors 12 new gages and 9 new haters Gotta watch these bands before this little white man Try to come and find out who paid us What you know about the cartel boss looking at you saying Damn you know what you made us And you talking about fucking with these rap sheet Nah nigga you must be crazy 36 ounces you must've been waiting I blew up though from what you gave me I grew up though you know who raised me Where's your account you must didn't save me Songtexte It's the art of hustle nigga Its laws to grinding I'm the only nigga with sense The lil homies ___ All they know is murder nigga Gotta let me hurt a nigga All I know is cocaine and ___ of ___ nigga These niggas ___, these niggas hoes You niggas counterfeit Wanna jump tough all of a sudden When you know you been a bitch You don't know no nigga like me though All my niggas gonna eat though I'm talking rap shit down to the street though There it be though and that's the G code Being real that's more than a word King pin that's more than a bird I'mma drop a song with ___ And with ___ I come from the culture these niggas they know it Me and my niggas the realist no secret we show it Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left As I look around we the realest niggas in the game left More money same nigga Better frame same picture Feds is watching why they iant get ya They ain't ya nigga they ain't with ya You don't see em and they say they miss you All the bad luck and hate they wished you You and your homie different casket same pastor same scripture I'm in the hood where the drugs is never that far away from where the plug is Homemade corn liquor in the tub is Down bottom to its hot where the bugs is Object is to rise up above this Why you think all the real niggas love kiss Cause the gram got people so caught up with likes they forgot what real love is Right off the back of them 18 wheelers As soon as I get it it goes to the dealers They been fucking with us I know that they feel us Ain't too much today cause they know we the realist Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left Realest niggas in the game left As I look around we the realest niggas in the game left Aus Songtexte Mania