Still in ’Em (Extended Version) lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, homie
Y'all tuned into a real n*gga, dog
Real n*gga every day, 365, you feel me, dog?
Ay, I can die tomorrow, homie
I'm good, I done lived it, you feel me, homie?

[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n*gga, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never b*tched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them

[Verse 1]
A real n*gga every day, 365
And when I talk to you, don't look off, I look in your eye
If it's pus*y n*gga, I'ma get it out you every time
And I done made it where if you a f*ck n*gga, you can't survive
I speak the truth while y'all pus*y n*ggas living lies
I know the streets, homie, I don't know the other side
The n*ggas in prison the ones who give me the drive
Real n*gga first, rap n*gga by accident
A street n*gga and a product of my environment
Me being a f*ck n*gga is something that was never meant
And I don't vibe with pus*y n*ggas, that's common sense
Me being a real n*gga is all I done ever been
[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n*gga, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never b*tched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them

[Verse 2]
I only f*ck with n*ggas that's street certified
And I only f*ck with n*ggas, dog, that'll up fire
If you ain't 'bout that gangsta, n*gga, keep sliding
And don't you n*ggas get it f*cked up, I ain't friendly
I speak to you n*ggas 'cause that's the real n*gga in me
But being a pus*y ass n*gga ain't part of the business
A thug n*gga, real n*gga all in one, you hear me?
I ain't one of these n*ggas that blew and surround himself with killers
My n*ggas was killers back then; they killers now, n*gga
I ain't one of these pus*y ass n*ggas that run forty deep
Give me four or five real n*ggas and a lot of heat
Don't care what it look like, pimping, it ain't sweet
So if I ain't what you looking for, I can get you on TV
Laid in a pool of blood, covered in a white sheet
And do your research, the streets'll vouch for me
You hear the real n*gga in me every time I speak
[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n*gga, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never b*tched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them