REAL LIFE (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Okay, here are my lyrics

Check this out

I'm gon' do it

You know we out on our radio

Mm-hm

Eat like

I'm gonna do it

What we got

Hey, gang

Taught up in this field, I was taught to just be real

Niggas talkin' like they with it, niggas will leave me on that hill

Young niggas tryna get it, but we signing with a deal

I was taught to get that money, bitch, I'm headed to a mill

Fake niggas, they be watchin', fake niggas, they be poppin'

I be really on my thing, real niggas, they be poppin'

Really on my shit, niggas knowin' that they jockin'

Bitch, nigga, rich nigga knowin' that ain't stoppin'

Young nigga, fatty weight, I just got that fatty weight

I just got a hen, I got a bitch, caught me heavy weight

Niggas on the cadle with the henna, that's a heavy date

Fuck a bitch good, put a good up on a heavy plate

And

Money like high-five, ride like the ride-ride

Nigga like high-five, nigga like five-five

They know a nigga's poppin', they know a nigga in the field, and I ain't never droppin'

Still nigga, still droppin', they know I'm still coppin'

I'm in and out the young niggas, and I'm still poppin'

And I'm really on the field, nigga, pill poppin'

Caught my youngest with them Glocks, and nigga still droppin'

Young nigga know how to get it, got it from the street

I told my mama, I'ma get it, nigga, gotta eat

Rich nigga had to get it, got it for his sleep

A young nigga tryna get it, got it for his dick

Young nigga tryna get it, tryna check it back

Check the money, nigga, check it last

Young nigga know how to get it, nigga, check it fast

He tryna stay up in this lane, nigga, check the pass

Young nigga know how to get it, roll to the riches

I'm just headed, bought some money, fuck all these bitches

Young nigga know how to get it, got me checkin' riches

I'm on the other side with you while you checkin' snitches

Young nigga know how to get it, tryna stack cakes

I was taught to be a man, nigga, stack pace

In and out the whole team, nigga, twist and scrape

I watch these niggas lose their lives, nigga, pistol ace

40 rounds, 50 K that they gon' burn on them

So if them niggas tryna come, we gon' swerve on them

Bounce off, nigga, we gon' curve on them

I put a stretch on that ass, so I pervs on them

Young nigga know how to get, bitch, that bag that

And if you know me from East Oakland, nigga, bag that

Hit a nigga with this Glock in his backpack

I got a 10 on that cake, nigga, no bag that