Daz Dillinger - Real Wit'cha lyrics

rate me

ft. Z-Ro

I was put here for a reason, the reason I’m still breathing

Crew is bouncing heat, dissing how them hustlers eat

Thinks stacks stage on my money, tip niggas, see, I can’t go for broke

Had to make some moves, nigga, had to get my hustle on

I’m up all day and night but I can’t get no sleep

I’m on my hustle more, homie, you see I’m tryna get

My inner circle, we know, getting it by any means

You on some real things, fulfilling dreams with a mean team

See, weed on the block rules, do what the fuck you feel

See, I’m just being real, tell your niggas just to chill

See, that look and that hate, I get that shit like all the time

Seem like the time is flying, nigga, when you stay on your grind

Can’t stop no nigga, if they got it, can’t stop no nigga

…for out of town nigga, I’m just being real

That’s how it’s been real, this shit ain’t never changed

I see you all now, look how that money came

Money, hoes, cars, clothes

If I don’t work then I don’t eat

What they do to that man, I got an appetite

Every 15 minutes…and so I gotta move another pack tonight

Ain’t too much worry about constables

Just them dick heads in that black and white

And I ain’t worried about hit, hit my man, nigga…

Damn, every time I pull up it’ll be in a Phantom, y’all

I never wrote a rap song, told you before, been high for my whole catalogue

And after the show I got merchandise for sale…

Might as well spend your money with me, they ain’t got this in the hood

Money, more money

I gotta keep my hands on some

So tell me where the fuck it is, I need some

Money, hoes, cars, clothes

These hard times, I done been through it all

Hustle more, now it’s time for me to ball

But your life like show me how you really get it

The way you really get it you really ain’t fucking with it

See the major moves, spin that on some new bread

Big faces, I got that long bread…

Hustle more, change your switch, my shit completely

You can’t get on my level, this shit is deep, deep

Rich from this game, I came straight from the streets

Heard headed as before, I didn’t give a fuck

Now I grew up and now my motherfucking money’s up

Ready for war, niggas, they shooting at me

I’m busting back at the niggas, I’m staying trigger happy

Fuck with a chosen few, on my momma, fuck the rest

Nigga, be all in, I ain’t selling for less

Money, hoes, cars, clothes