These Niggas Ain’t Real

You niggas ain't real
You niggas ain't real
You niggas ain't real, that's real

You niggas ain't real, real niggas know that
We'll come to your doormat
(gun shot) hold that bitch niggas talk down
Real niggas tote rounds
Move crack through the town
Survived up and down
Been there done that, can't lose fuck that
Fall off bounce back, fake niggas hate that
I know they do
Whatever happens gotta stay true
Be real with a nigga be real with you
You get a chick Southside too
Stay on top of game
It's hard to shoot red beam to aim
Gotta get that change, disregard the fame
Why y'all niggas hate
We shook back to divide up the cake
Won't stop we fill the plate
Y'all niggas better get it straight

These niggas ain't real
I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature
The truth is what niggas missing
I'm gon expose some niggas out
Here what the deal, quick to stealed
They never gon fight and they never gon kill
He's alright but he is not real
Say what you know about Trae
Better yet what you know about Ro
Not too much but you niggas know
These niggas here never be hoes
For real I promise these niggas
Be putting me in my zone
Till they get pissed off and
I get to clicking
Get to running they bitch ass home
I forever Maab, slow Loud And Bangin' never
Changing but rearranging
Throwing our shit like Troy Aikman
Then back to the West like Gary Payton
For the 2K3 they can't see me
We ABN out SUC
Bitch niggas better beat they feet
Ain't no way you finna fuck with me
Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss
Ain't no way you finna fuck with B
Jay'Ton, DSR hate the click and
Boys lose they teeth
I hope you feel what I'm telling y'all
If you don't then I'm swelling y'all
Straight up on the click
Pull out the Mack and fuck 'em all

These niggas ain't real
They just act like they got nuts
24 murderer pull up and dump
Like scared busters they telling us
I'm one of the best with a
Gun in my clutch and
(danger) , we blood rushers
Why blow with beef hopping
Out on fo' crutches
Dedicate that to all busters
Guerilla Maab they running the streets
Running thru sweets running thru freaks
They daily pertaining M double A-B
Everyday for Screw it's RIP
One day Dinkie gon be free
No more Penitentiary
Up on the stage with us getting paid G's
Cause I'm straight out of no cash
A broke motherfucker, named Z-Ro
That was a long time ago
Because now I got some c notes
I'ma waste my time in a Jag boy
Looking for jackers in my rearview
Cause y'all motherfuckers be scheming
With a infrared beam in my rearview
But I ain't scared
Been shot a few times but I ain't dead
Made some moves but I ain't red
On a block in Mo City ain't bled
So I claim that ass mine
When you revenge watch you out a vine
Homie you better respect my mind
Or be the next nigga to get found face down