Crooked I

Crooked I - Real Niggas lyrics

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ft Freeway & Rick Ross

Damn, when I leave all the real motherfuckers in the pen

Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up

Set all these motherfuckers straight

Yeah this is Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross

Not the floss

Yeah them suckers got the game right now

They don't make themm like they used too

[Chorus]

Real niggaz,real niggaz,real niggaz

They don't make 'em like they used too

No more, no more, no more

Real niggaz, real niggaz,real niggaz,real niggaz

They don't make 'em like they used too

No more, no more, no more

Real niggaz

I vow to keep it real, never break the promise

I vow to keep it real, never break the promise

I vow to keep it real, never break the promise

Niggaz yell and death for focus honour, they dishonest

They some straight piranhas, and the condor, snakes upon us

Blame and flagrant hatred, that's deeper than hatin' on us

How could you cut your brother’s throat for the love of money

Snitching, cops don't even tell on each other dummy

Can't even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention

Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at 'em

Offer them they papers, them niggaz autograph them

They got them dreaming in ways

Taught only my daughters had 'em

My circle's founded by, family who down to rise

We’ll move on side, I'm surrounded by

Real niggaz

Yeah we still got some real ones out here

Ain't too many, but you know that's the ones we'll be fucking with

Yeah,I'm in the studio tonight, Crooked I

Thanks baby it's about time

Got a real motherfucker reached out for OG

You know what I'm sayin' ,

He was tryin' to get himself back on his feet

He gave me a show

Take a look around at the niggaz I came in the game with

I'm in the same click, I'm on the same ship

Clifford Harris shit I'm on that same tip

I never change over chains I never shape shift

I never transform, I eat Decepticons

And Megatrons ain't nothing but test you on

Checking up in my restaurant

You with them detectives huh

Tryina help to arrest a don

I have my niggers knife in your chest

And carve hexagram

They heard what I said ,yes

Reckon for the feds, yes

We got the word, them cameras behind

Them TV's in your head rest

And I ain't new to this game

We'll either live together as brothers

Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King

[Chorus]

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