Neef - Real Niggas Went Extinct Lyrics

Uh, yeah, what, what, what, what, open your ears real quick, yeah
All my niggas, all my niggas in the, uh, all my niggas in the field, yeah, all my niggas, uh, uh
All my niggas in the field, I ain't never put on cleats
All the broke niggas be so loud, man, that talk is cheap

Want me on your song, bitch, nigga better pay the fee
And when the switch, let off all these niggas flee like refugees
When they see me fallin' pussy, niggas didn't rescue me
And these bitches think I'm cute, now they wanna have sex with me

When they play my song, they might pass out cause my shit too heat
And your bitch throwin' L's, she like, what the f*ck does that mean
Made me do a drug test, told they ass my piss ain't clean
Re-rockin' all the wok fiends, think they sippin' clean

2-3-3, knock his fro off, call him Mr. Clean
And I feel like Goku when Im booted up, off the bean
Ain't too long, ain't too long till I put on the whole team
Bitch, I grew up in the raq, you ain't seen what I seen

I been havin' dreams of the drank, my body Miss the Lean
Only problem that I got new Prada or the new Celine
Pops was a baller, I'm a baller, guess it's in my genes
And the Amiri's come with knots like, who the f*ck put hit my jeans

I ain't f*ckin' with no rats, but I still love the cheese
EX Bitch call my phone, I'm like, bitch, what the f*ck you need
When I get on, first thing I'ma do, give Mari hella cheese
Remember Nights, ain't had no food, yeah, she still make sure I eat

Remember Nights, ain't had no Crib, she move me in, come sleep with me
Nigga talking tough, all bark, no bite, he ain't scarin' me
Stay with dogs, like I'm Vic, you play, let them off the leash
Lottery calling' with some pints of drinks, he's scoring ' over east

I was so motherf*ckin' broke, all these hoes ain't notice me
Now I'm gettin' money, they tryin' to suck on me just like a leach
Gotta watch these niggas, when you up, they might try to leach
Walk up in the studio, 4,000 feet, Balencis on my feet

I was lead wrong, was tryin' to make a million off the streets
I just talked to god, he told me, never stop rappin' on beats
Why you actin' tough? I be round' niggas that be catchin' Bs
And I'm a codeine, look at my eyes, you see triple Z's

They say bein' a boss costs hella money, ready to pay that fee
Chilling with this ratchet bitch, she red and sexy, screamin' (Skeeyee)
I been sipping drink, when I piss, come out purple pink
And I'm rollin' up all your dead homies, pussy niggas stink

Aint no real niggas left up in the shit, they all gon' extinct
Come' pass me yo bank, I'ma pop it, 40 G's
Call lottery pop on, 40 G's
I'ma pop it, 40 G's

Where the real niggas at
They all went Extinct
Where the real niggas at
My kind, Going Extinct

Where the real niggas at
They all went Extinct
Where the real niggas at
My kind, Going Extinct
Lil neef gang

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