RNS (Realn*ggahsh*t) lyrics

Crucified today, remember forever tomorrows
You may understand my pain, but you may never understand my sorrow
I came up
Came Up
I came up

Came up off a couple licks (Couple licks)
I bet up in them for walls, you's a b*tch (you's a b*tch)
They act like they down with the team, and then they switched
(then they switched)
Pull up to the scene, drip on your b*tch (Drip, drip, drip)
Bet that struggle, make some real n*ggahs do some real sh*t
(Real sh*t)
Bet that struggle, make some real n*ggahs do some real sh*t
(Real sh*t)
Death before dishonor and that's real n*ggah sh*t!

If that's your girl, then I'm f*cking your hoe
I don't cruise on they streets, I swang on these roads
f*ck with the gang, bang bang and reload
Flipping these packs, doing the most
Cash out on Codeine, a whip, and some clothes
Jordan pull-up and then I score
Danny Phantom way then went ghost
Finessing overnight f*ck a nap
f*ckup a check, just to make it right back
I hitting licks unless I got my strap
I don't f*ck with em n*ggas if they don't make no cash
If he want that beef, he can find me at the trap
Shawty keeping doing your lil' dance
Cause, yeah I gotta plan and no it don't involve your man
He changed up, and hates us cause we made some
I got sauce like A-1
Don't blame us when you're the next story about how I
Came up off a couple lick (couple licks)
I bet up in them for walls, you's a b*tch (you's a b*tch)
They act like they down with the team, and then they switched (Then they switched)
Pull up to the scene, drip on your b*tch (Drip, drip, drip)
Bet that struggle, make some real n*ggas do some real sh*t
(Real sh*t)
Bet that struggle, make some real n*ggas do some real sh*t
(Real sh*t)
Death before dishonor and that's real n*gga sh*t!
(And that's real n*gga sh*t)

In the club with my gold on and it's frozen
When your b*tch see me, her pus*y moisten
b*tch, i got that work, but I ain't talking about employment
Codeine or Hennessy, we talking bout em choices
Look me in my eyes when you say some to me
Came up to be one of the most hated MC's
No DJ Khaled but we got major keys
I be styling on planet beast
He mad as can be
Cause when they f*cking she imaging me
I ain't cant f*ck with her cause she's an average freak
I guess it's what it has to be
Beat it up leave it a catastrophe
Eat it up like apple-bee's
Let the whole squad hit after me
No wonder, why I'll remain in her fantasies
Plotting on crimes while I'm doing times eating the gritz
Pistol on my hip, make your blood drip
Don't lose your life on these streets, you might just waste your gifts