Shots (Real Street n*gga) lyrics

[Intro]
I run out, ayy
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga, it ain't never gon' change
f*ck all these b*tches
f*ck all this fame
I got racks in my bag
No, I won't run out cash today
Way too much money
See nothin', but money
Heal all my pain

[Verse]
I know you don't need me
She bein' greedy
She know I ain't easy, but she doin' all of these things for to please me
On the front of her phone, a pic of Chris Breezy, yeah
Now, I know just where she land from
In the mall, she wan' shop for her mask, huh?
Hermés, some Chanel, and her bag down
Take one off, I ain't bring me nothin'
Car too expensive, doin' way too much
Liftin' up the feelin' when I'm pushin' on the button
My lil' brother, he a goblin, he'll leave you in the cut
Scar my body, I'm a well known rockstar
R&B, five, play the guitar, known to pop stars
[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga, it ain't never gon' change
f*ck all these b*tches
f*ck all this fame
I got racks in my bag
No, I won't run out cash today
Way too much money
See nothin', but money
Heal all my pain

[Refrain]
I don't believe no preacher, see no evil
Long live my people, shots off at the reaper
I don't believe no preacher, see no evil
Long live my people, shots off at the reaper

[Chorus]
I'm a real street n*gga, it ain't never gon' change
f*ck all these b*tches
f*ck all this fame
I got racks in my bag
No, I won't run out cash today
Way too much money
See nothin', but money
Heal all my pain