Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I do this shit forever G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Still workin' on my business, we get it at all costs, we push it to the limit
You niggas know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like the front wheels
Bout my cake, liftin' weight like a dumbbell
All I need is one scale, Menace weigh em' up well
Big bread, we havin' bucks, hella grams, money in my hand, I had enough
Them niggas ran, hit em' with the blam, I fan em' up
I get it in, f*ckin' with the bands, I ran em' up
Still known, I'm a beast
Hot nigga, I could put some cold on your feet
The hood love how I put the dope on the beat
The jugs love how I put the dope on the streets, Menace
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Mossberg in the trunk of the 'Lac, real nigga, no fakin'
No tabs, no insurance with a tramp bitch, that won't say shit
I been workin' hard on the grave shit, my real niggas'll commend me
Never talk much, I don't want nothin', naw, nigga, I ain't friendly
I'm empty, bitch, naw, I ain't got no soul
You come to me with feelings, I'ma come to you with goals
Whether it rain, shines, or snows, I know I'ma catch this blessing
If not, I'll take it upon myself, long behold this Smith & Wesson
Aye, Menace, bruh, you know I'm tryna get racked in
That's when brrody brought that pack in, same color my black skin
I'm active, on the turf, yeah, nigga, really rockin'
I got a f*ckin' mouth to feed, I'm takin' trinkets out of stockings
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
The work just came in, break it down and move it cheap
I'm in a under bucket, nigga, about a 07 G
.30 dick hangin' long, we call it meet and greet
All my niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps
And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee
So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go to sleep
And if you cross country, U.P.S., yeah, we get it deep
Ridin' with D-Menace, lookin' like a hundred G's
We just left the trap, clothes smell like soda D
I just got some extras, I think I hit a quarter key
O.P.F. mob huh, you niggas already know the rest
You dealin' with a soda tech, ridin' with that rusty tech
And if you catch a case, lil' nigga, take it to the neck
Philthy said it the best, not enough real niggas left
And all this other shit, f*cked up and brought another death
Got me kinda sketched out, I'm watchin' eight niggas step
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Same nigga since day one, real nigga named Young Om
Learned the game when I was real young
Strapped up when I was 15
Copped the 'Lac when I was 18
Went from weed to that ice cream
We went from zones to them whole things, gettin' extras off of that O.T.
Swear to God, wallahi, he ain't nare nigga gon' stop me
Kilo gang, my mafi, mob niggas, my posse
Count a hundred bands on that kitchen table right next to that coffee
Started off in them streets, hustlin' hard every week
Puttin' miles on them lacs, yeah, me and Dot go way back
Said me and dope go way back, don't trust niggas, that's real shit
Miss with all that friend shit, keep it hunnid on that business
Cause this 4-5 ain't missin', niggas gettin' killed for that bullshit
O.P.F. till I die, I'ma always ride
Said I'm in this till I die, mob shit, mob life
Came up off of them pies, ghost right by my side
Yeah, I came up off of them pies with my ghost right by my side
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Real Niggas (feat. D Menace, M Dot 80 & Ominous) Video (MV)
Lil D - Real Niggas (feat. D Menace, M Dot 80 & Ominous) Lyrics
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Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I do this shit forever G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Still workin' on my business, we get it at all costs, we push it to the limit
You niggas know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like the front wheels
Bout my cake, liftin' weight like a dumbbell
All I need is one scale, Menace weigh em' up well
Big bread, we havin' bucks, hella grams, money in my hand, I had enough
Them niggas ran, hit em' with the blam, I fan em' up
I get it in, f*ckin' with the bands, I ran em' up
Still known, I'm a beast
Hot nigga, I could put some cold on your feet
The hood love how I put the dope on the beat
The jugs love how I put the dope on the streets, Menace
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Mossberg in the trunk of the 'Lac, real nigga, no fakin'
No tabs, no insurance with a tramp bitch, that won't say shit
I been workin' hard on the grave shit, my real niggas'll commend me
Never talk much, I don't want nothin', naw, nigga, I ain't friendly
I'm empty, bitch, naw, I ain't got no soul
You come to me with feelings, I'ma come to you with goals
Whether it rain, shines, or snows, I know I'ma catch this blessing
If not, I'll take it upon myself, long behold this Smith & Wesson
Aye, Menace, bruh, you know I'm tryna get racked in
That's when brrody brought that pack in, same color my black skin
I'm active, on the turf, yeah, nigga, really rockin'
I got a f*ckin' mouth to feed, I'm takin' trinkets out of stockings
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
The work just came in, break it down and move it cheap
I'm in a under bucket, nigga, about a 07 G
.30 dick hangin' long, we call it meet and greet
All my niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps
And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee
So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go to sleep
And if you cross country, U.P.S., yeah, we get it deep
Ridin' with D-Menace, lookin' like a hundred G's
We just left the trap, clothes smell like soda D
I just got some extras, I think I hit a quarter key
O.P.F. mob huh, you niggas already know the rest
You dealin' with a soda tech, ridin' with that rusty tech
And if you catch a case, lil' nigga, take it to the neck
Philthy said it the best, not enough real niggas left
And all this other shit, f*cked up and brought another death
Got me kinda sketched out, I'm watchin' eight niggas step
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Same nigga since day one, real nigga named Young Om
Learned the game when I was real young
Strapped up when I was 15
Copped the 'Lac when I was 18
Went from weed to that ice cream
We went from zones to them whole things, gettin' extras off of that O.T.
Swear to God, wallahi, he ain't nare nigga gon' stop me
Kilo gang, my mafi, mob niggas, my posse
Count a hundred bands on that kitchen table right next to that coffee
Started off in them streets, hustlin' hard every week
Puttin' miles on them lacs, yeah, me and Dot go way back
Said me and dope go way back, don't trust niggas, that's real shit
Miss with all that friend shit, keep it hunnid on that business
Cause this 4-5 ain't missin', niggas gettin' killed for that bullshit
O.P.F. till I die, I'ma always ride
Said I'm in this till I die, mob shit, mob life
Came up off of them pies, ghost right by my side
Yeah, I came up off of them pies with my ghost right by my side
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I do this shit forever G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Still workin' on my business, we get it at all costs, we push it to the limit
You niggas know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like the front wheels
Bout my cake, liftin' weight like a dumbbell
All I need is one scale, Menace weigh em' up well
Big bread, we havin' bucks, hella grams, money in my hand, I had enough
Them niggas ran, hit em' with the blam, I fan em' up
I get it in, f*ckin' with the bands, I ran em' up
Still known, I'm a beast
Hot nigga, I could put some cold on your feet
The hood love how I put the dope on the beat
The jugs love how I put the dope on the streets, Menace
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Mossberg in the trunk of the 'Lac, real nigga, no fakin'
No tabs, no insurance with a tramp bitch, that won't say shit
I been workin' hard on the grave shit, my real niggas'll commend me
Never talk much, I don't want nothin', naw, nigga, I ain't friendly
I'm empty, bitch, naw, I ain't got no soul
You come to me with feelings, I'ma come to you with goals
Whether it rain, shines, or snows, I know I'ma catch this blessing
If not, I'll take it upon myself, long behold this Smith & Wesson
Aye, Menace, bruh, you know I'm tryna get racked in
That's when brrody brought that pack in, same color my black skin
I'm active, on the turf, yeah, nigga, really rockin'
I got a f*ckin' mouth to feed, I'm takin' trinkets out of stockings
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
I'm takin' cookies out of jars, I'm starved, shit, I'll even take your bitch if your game ain't up to par, nigga
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
The work just came in, break it down and move it cheap
I'm in a under bucket, nigga, about a 07 G
.30 dick hangin' long, we call it meet and greet
All my niggas goin' ham, swear to God, we play for keeps
And if I hit you 34, then guarantee you pay the fee
So much cocaine, I'm seein' squares before I go to sleep
And if you cross country, U.P.S., yeah, we get it deep
Ridin' with D-Menace, lookin' like a hundred G's
We just left the trap, clothes smell like soda D
I just got some extras, I think I hit a quarter key
O.P.F. mob huh, you niggas already know the rest
You dealin' with a soda tech, ridin' with that rusty tech
And if you catch a case, lil' nigga, take it to the neck
Philthy said it the best, not enough real niggas left
And all this other shit, f*cked up and brought another death
Got me kinda sketched out, I'm watchin' eight niggas step
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Same nigga since day one, real nigga named Young Om
Learned the game when I was real young
Strapped up when I was 15
Copped the 'Lac when I was 18
Went from weed to that ice cream
We went from zones to them whole things, gettin' extras off of that O.T.
Swear to God, wallahi, he ain't nare nigga gon' stop me
Kilo gang, my mafi, mob niggas, my posse
Count a hundred bands on that kitchen table right next to that coffee
Started off in them streets, hustlin' hard every week
Puttin' miles on them lacs, yeah, me and Dot go way back
Said me and dope go way back, don't trust niggas, that's real shit
Miss with all that friend shit, keep it hunnid on that business
Cause this 4-5 ain't missin', niggas gettin' killed for that bullshit
O.P.F. till I die, I'ma always ride
Said I'm in this till I die, mob shit, mob life
Came up off of them pies, ghost right by my side
Yeah, I came up off of them pies with my ghost right by my side
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
If we mail it, we can sell it for a better fee
I really do it, I'll do this shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Writer: Derrick Jones Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid