N.E.R.N.L. (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: 4rAx] Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga to look up to Guess I gotta do it myself Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga I can call on Guess I gotta do it myself [Verse 1: Gunplay] Nothing left but some pussy niggas And slimey hoes Shit talkers Y'all know how it goes Fuck 'em all, make 'em suffer most Started out [?] Till I screwed the muffler on Whole nother game you playing [?] you niggas don't be knowing where I'm staying Where you lay your head at, same place thеy lay the led at And ain't nobody finna call the paramеtics It's the bottom of the map Dead end Where you dead at It's where I eat, nigga this were I'm fed at Running through lights where it's red at We a dying breed, still tryna live that But police ain't tryna hear that Point fingers, screaming that I did that I tell the whole court room you can kiss where I shit at Gunplay [?] [Chorus: 4rAx] Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga to look up to Guess I gotta do it myself Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga I can call on Guess I gotta do it myself [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] It's Philthy nigga I say these niggas all fake They just rapping like they real Ain't never popped a pistol, they just rapping like they will I was posted with the steal, late night trappin in my [?] Tryna get my weight up, I was [?] Friends became enomies, and enomies became dead All the real niggas left [?] the feds [?] really working with emotions Got niggas locked up, and we tryna get [?] [?], stop lying bout crack You ain't never seen a brick, ain't never sold a dime sack I was at the freak fest, in the Bentley with the hammer on me Waiting on the internet thugs to finally run up on me They just talking out they ass, and the side of they neck So much ice on my chest, can't see the side of my neck [?] niggas slide when it's beef But I ain't gotta tell a nigga, he already know where I be Nigga it's Philthy [Chorus: 4rAx] Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga to look up to Guess I gotta do it myself Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga I can call on Guess I gotta do it myself [Verse 3: Trouble] If you ask [?] It's only me Other niggas [?] It's not enough real niggas left Bunch of couch potatos, no real niggas left [?] tryna explain it to my [?] But real shit seem fake What you see on all your commertials and television is gimmics Just to get attention Rappers lying And that's the only shit they push [?] [?] flip this shit [?] [?] we had soldiers to look up to like Slim Guess I'm just fantasise dreaming Rather that then to be [?] [?] [?] cause you stoned [?] moment And niggas wanna talk having peace talks Well we can't have peace cause niggas get a piece [?] [?] [?] [?] Alley Boy the trill type Philthy Rich, that's a rider for life [Chorus: 4rAx] Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga to look up to Guess I gotta do it myself Not enough real niggas left Ain't enough real niggas left Ain't a trill nigga I can call on Guess I gotta do it myself