Real Nigga (Remix)

Album cover art for "Real Nigga (Remix)" by Troy Ave & Tray Pizzy & Dave East & Neef Buck & Young Dolph & T.I.

Troy Ave & Tray Pizzy & Dave East & Neef Buck & Young Dolph & T.I. - Rap, New York Rap

Real Nigga (Remix)

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[Chorus] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga [Verse 1] Studio thug, you can't do what I does I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin this shit They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shit I hold him down with that cash for being real like I knew Loyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we do BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo But often time we like chillin, fuckin' wit' hoes by the two Man, it's nothin, all these bitches is fuckin' All these niggas are frontin, I see 'em, they owing nothing I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name Violence my goto move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers [Chorus] [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Ain't got a deal but my whip went half a mil nigga Call me Bill Gates,yo bitch ain't half a pill nigga She said all she ever wanted was a real nigga Got a bust down Rollie and I'm playing with her Got that 45 homie and I'm drinking 'Zurp Move momma out the hood to the suburbs Momma ain't gotta work cause her son got the work Fuck what you heard real niggas come first I fucked your bitch and put her out like a real nigga Million dollar nigga but the streets are still in em Ya'll can have em bitches homie we been ran through it Everybody always ask me how I do it [Chorus] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga [Verse 3: T.I.] Real nigga A-1 I can remember, I remember that shit Bankrolling my stack helping my family, getting rid o that shit Go up down that highway with that package, yeah we rolling Got the whole thing drip drip shooting like Magic Free my nigga BG, free my nigga (free em) And my nigga Meech and my nigga Peewi (Bankroll Mafia) RIght here in the ride with me Where yo bitch at? You pack a punch come and talk I'm nigga baddy baddy, we talk about it All this work nobody talks about it Go figure, I'd rather be a bad nigga than a broke nigga Cheers to the many men that we used to be coke dealers [Chorus] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga [Verse 4: Neef Bucks] Yo I'm a ten hunnid gunna, a BSB stunna I hit yo girl up I wanna, when I'm done I'm a pun her I used to ball err summer but now I ball errday I ain't shooting no jumpers, I'm shooting niggas that play Look wherever I lay I got the brick in my pocket They see that I'm living and they just dying to stop it But I'm here, I don't care and I'm flyer than a layer Nigga with an attitude with ice cubes in my ear Haters look with attitude but run up on me they don't dare All it take is two bands to make them niggas disappear Like magic, nigga I'm a savage I don't do drugs but for money I'm an addict [Chorus] I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga

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Credits

Writers
  • Tray Pizzy
  • Dave East
  • Troy Ave
  • T.I.
  • Young Dolph