Real n*gga Anthem lyrics

by

Birdman


[Verse 1]
Look n*gga I told y'all
Young don’t bend,don’t break,don’t budge, or fold dawg
And I done-done mo' with less
One stove,one fork, nine O's n*gga tons of stress
When I'm against all odds is when at my best
It was me against the world, I stuck out my chest
sh*t is real man a n*gga got migraines
But I doubt tylenol will help me in my pain
I need some champagne and a bad b*tch
So I can tell her about the times that I ain't had sh*t
Slow down baby I'm on a bottle
Paid blood, sweat and tears for the Murciélago
And lord have mercy, I need to keep my soul clean
But don’t stop this party by any means
You tell them motherf*ckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real n*ggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]
Some n*ggas said I won’t make it (make it)
And other n*ggas can’t take it (take it)
sh*ts real can't fake it (Yeah)
You know they say life is only what you make it (Ha ha)
Cuz real n*gga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real n*gga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real n*gga is getting money (Getting Money)
[Verse 2]
Why you think this industry hate me
n*ggas can say what they say I ain't lettin em play me
These Industry n*ggas play ho games see me
I'm a street n*gga dawg we play no games
I know you never heard it before maine
This rap sh*t damn near worse than the dope game
So far gone only god can save me
All the sh*t I been through maybe God is crazy
When all your homies dead or incarcerated
You gotta take your time to thank god you made it
Made it out the streets n*gga must be smart
Say the n*gga so cool he wear his shades in the dark
Got on my grind like there was nothing to loose
Then I stay down n*gga till there was nothing to move
You tell them motherf*ckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real n*ggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
YallI know I got that dog in me
Yeahit ain't secret no they got that hog in me
Yeah that’s right for both greedy and viscous
Ever had a taste of success its delicious
Eat whole plate no time to do the dishes
Too much at stake no time for the b*tches
Cuz when you cased up They put on they make up
And go and f*ck the same n*gga that got you cased up
f*ck hoes, life's a b*tch n*gga
Who you gone replace me with, these n*ggas(ha ha)
Y'all crazy never seems to amaze me
These n*ggas ain't even themselves and I’m crazy(Yeah)
That’s right yall crazy If these n*ggas 30 a brick then I’m 80
You tell them motherf*ckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real n*ggas sing ya song (Yeah)
[Hook]
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