Real n*ggas lyrics

[Hook]
Man, what happened to my real n*ggas
Man, what happened to the real n*ggas
They in the feds, they gone, I put my life in this song
Man, what happened to my real n*ggas
Homie, just feel my pain, this sh*t gon' drive me insane
I wrote this hear for all my real n*ggas
Man, what happened to the real n*ggas

[Verse 1]
You a real n*gga, what happened homie
Heard you running with the enemy, you tripping homie
You wasn’t raised like that, that ain’t your background
You got a little money with n*ggas, that's how you act now?
Streets a motherf*cker
Not to mention, n*ggas treat you like my blood brother
But once you cross that line, you gotta stay there
And if you playing both sides, know you got to lay there
Damn, p*ssed me off, and no more playing fair
Hundred bands and guns, that's what I call warfare
Ain't nobody safe, any n*gga get it
Don't call my phone, ain't sh*t to talk about, you know you did this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Once upon a time you was a real n*gga
But now you disloyal, you just a field n*gga
What type of n*gga your n*gga brought from the other side
We don't shake hands with the enemies, we do homicides
It's Ridgecrest mafia for life, and f*ck the other side
You never see me say a word, you just see gun fire
Cause gangsters don't talk, and drama don't slide
One thing I hate the most, a n*gga playing both sides
Just know you don't slide, get his ass from both sides
Make him scream, oh lord, like he in church getting baptized
I'm on my f*ck the world, don't really f*ck with me
My young n*ggas, that's all I got, this other sh*t ain't nothing to me
Old ass n*ggas better sit down
pus*y ass n*ggas better get down
I need a ?, C.M.G. the motherf*cking squad
Any n*gga round me best sound hard
n*gga best be squad, down to do their time, to catch a charge
This a family n*gga, and you must play your part
Now they say I'm crazy cause I go to war with the whole city
But f*ck n*gga, I give these hoes the business
And I put that on me, I ain't never give no statement
I ain't never copped no plea
I let money fight my cases, I get money and I go hard
I let haters do the hating
When you pussies ready to face me, I be right here just waiting
Matter fact I'm getting patient
Sipping on that hen' getting wasted
Imma' catch a murder one and I can taste it
How you get so far, then go back to the basis
I built up Gucci and Boosie, some of this sh*t you just can't shake it
Some of this sh*t, you gotta embrace it
Some of these problems, you gotta erase it
So I keep ?, f*ck their b*tches till I run these n*ggas crazy
n*ggas ain't real anyway
We the G in gangster, you the G in gay, pus*y