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All my life a real nigga All my life I been real, nigga All these bitch niggas with soap boxes Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors I'll leave the drama to Ak I'ma just stick to the facts Makes sense you goofy, your mama wack At school with a gat and red MAGA. hat Niggas ain't woke, just insomniac Lit off of cocaine and cognac Phony rat, hold me back Nah, fuck that, I'ma let go You either homo or metro, I'm hetero No doubt I'm insured like the gecko I'm gassed and full of the petrol And I told your ass from the get-go My future is retro My past is the next flow You dead, I'm a necro I'm charged like electro Stop knocking, the party is next door Dressed all black in Depeche Mode Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show She give good brain, intellectual Put lead to your head like you Destro Songtexte All my life a real nigga All my life I been real, nigga All these bitch niggas with soap boxes Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors We don't buy it No street cred, only debt for lyin' Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight) I wish you would try it Just stick to the facts This bigger than rap Just stick to the facts And don't get caught up 'cause this shit is a trap Just stick to the facts This bigger than rap You lack, leave you clapped, that's a fact So I'm constantly watching my back Real lyricist, real life experience Sample your shit with no clearances We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life, The Fast and the Furious Travel with bitches, I came with a nine but now she a ten in the bed 'Cause I'm on Pacific Standard Time and AZ's an hour ahead Lead that just shower your head, squeeze it and bust Heated them up, defeated and fucked Turned your brain to noodles and soup like I'm feeding 'em pho Reppin' the people, The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico I am a lethal illegal amigo One man Voltron, Black Ultron Haters keep wanting me RICO'd Nope, fuck Joe Arpaio Turn that fucker face into pico de gallo No wins in mi casa You start and end with an O like spelling Ohio You're welcome to try, though Line for line like Scarface doing cocaine rails I supply the high, design the sky Been fly since '95 All my life a real nigga All my life I been real, nigga All these bitch niggas with soap boxes Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors We don't buy it No street cred, only debt for lyin' Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight) I wish you would try it Ayy, yo, ma Ayy, yo, ma Yo, man What, Melanie? What, what you yellin' at me for? What you mean? You callin' me like I'm a shorty or somethin' You are a shorty, look at your fuckin' purse, you dumbass It's not a purse, stupid It looks like a fucking purse so I'ma call it a purse It's fashion It's not fuckin' fashion, bruh, shit look stupid All the rappers is doin' it, they look stupid? Yeah No If they fuckin' wear some shit like that They look stupid? You're wrong Yup, they all fuckin' look stupid They walkin' around lookin' with a purse This is Fendi, you're wildin', this is fashion Fuck out of here Don't call me like that, for real Ayy, yo, ma Yo, ma You know what? Fuck you then Aus Songtexte Mania