In Real Life

Lyrics

[Intro] Whoop (Sangre grande, sangre grande) Huh Huh, huh, huh, I get tired Tired, huh Hmm, tired Uh (I got Traxx on this) [Chorus] Huh, soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh I don't need no help, I'm gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh Let me get him myself, huh I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt I'm a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do [Verse] What I does Everything 'bout my motherfuckin' Bloods Yeah, huh, it's 'bout us And not a nan', not a thing get put above Smoke a nigga boots, left his socks in the chimney Keep the Glock aimed at a opp top in the bity I'm the top opp, tell them lamе niggas bome get me You know Whop bе done left your brains on your lil' sister Nigga, yeah, bando a big-ass home We both learned how to speak Spanish, we in that mode El Chapo too, a Midget Mac with no backbone Knock a letter off that nigga name on his headstone Uh, piss on your big homie grave Piss off the rest of your homies 'round this bitch not doin' a thing Huh, paid for my ice, nigga never took a thing And dealt with some snakes, should've never been in they lane Ain't gotta speak on the aftermath 'Cause every nigga involved with it felt pain right after that Ye gon' flip the house in two days, he an acrobat Nigga caught a Smitty in LA, he ain't ask for that Banned another nigga from my city, he ain't been here since I be in the state countin' cake, stay booked up there Tried to clout chase 'bout a play, don't make no sense The main reason your boss ain't fuckin' with you, actin' like he don't care For the last time, fuck a damn slime I'm cap, say it every time it cross my— I'm cap, I'ma say it every time it cross my mind Know it's that, I ain't humble if you cross my line Mari told me let you bitches know I stand on business, huh Nigga tried to tag me out, I shot him in his pivot, huh Caught a war wound, that's why I been coverin' my finger Lame nigga lost a leg, he can't even linger, huh If he just stayed a lil' bit longer, I'd be undefeated, huh In my opinion, it's a draw, I gave him what he needed He ain't get what he want, but we had both walked away bleeding I mean he walked away limping, I hopped in the E-lade with my people, huh Sick house in the 'burbs, ain't show— Sick house in the 'burbs, ain't had to show my neighbors I'll get even That shit that happened in the A was two years ago, better not believe 'em Got to know your baby still was out cold, I'm anemic, huh Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like a lick, son Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like he was a demon Huh, nah, nigga, uh Shoe was on the other foot, if I upped the gun, I'd've squeezed it Huh, the FN that I had, that was they shit, huh Never had no CC-dub that I could take with me At the same time, still reach when they play with me Did what the fuck I had to do so I could stay livin' Ain't no nigga pull no blick on me when I went next door It was already out, I asked him, "What's that for?" Huh Not a goddamn thing, for sure, huh Dumped the mag, drop another four for sure, huh Like let me tell the truth while I'm up in this booth Another nigga paid a nigga, didn't have shit to do with Skub Me and Wuan was in Miami by our damn self Your ass wasn't into this, I had to give them boys hell But I ain't cry for no pity, I just got busy My family know just how the fuck I'm rockin', ain't no bitch in me Never got stripped, you can ask the bitch that was with me Stood on my ten, you can ask my nigga Carlos Miller, huh And free that goofy boy out them cells Send his ass to heaven right after I give him hell Huh, been got equal, over-even, put it on Maquell Rest in peace to Frozonee and welcome home Lil Dell Rest in peace to O Block, Lil Block, and BT RIP to Lil Jaylen, Marciano, and Whites, BIP Iced up with the pipes at the studio, VIP Lil Blood go where I go, he don't need ID, huh Huh, we don't— listen We don't, huh, party with the public, no way Let a nigga ho me in person, no way Go home, Roger, go away (Go home, Roger) Just lame-ass, lyin'-ass, cappin'-ass, rappin'-ass niggas Ain't nobody ever performed no diss song while I was in the building When I pulled up, them niggas was not in the building I came a hundred deep, Skuba is not a civillian I was testin' my might, tryna see how they was feeling Fuck I need a dressing room for if I'm at the brib? Playin' with my name at the crib, he not tryna live Uh, I knew that and he know that Huh, ain't even got room for no jokes, huh So tell me where the fuck some disrespect gon' go at Do the exact same thing if I had the chance to go back Huh, but I know it ain't no time traveling machine I'm too old for that, huh, I'm too grown for that, huh I'm just sayin', I be right here where the poles at Pop an opp, pop a Perc', nah, not no Prozac, duh [Chorus] Soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh I don't need no help, I'm gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh Let me get him myself, huh I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt I'm a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do