Real One / June 5th Songtext

von Troy Ave

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man all my pockets be obese cause I deal nigga
A couple of boxes ain't no sneaks, just some bills nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you 100 then you love me, I'm a real nigga

Chargin' my phone, leave them charges alone
I'm ridin' foreigns and trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome
Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my head
I turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all they are dead
I get mad I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread
Gettin' pussy, fuck the opinions of pussies I said
Real niggas on top, free run from the box

Free money yo blocks, teeth white like them sox

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man all my pockets be obese cause I deal nigga
A couple of boxes ain't no sneaks, just some bills nigga

The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you 100 then you love me, I'm a real nigga

Studio thug, you can't do what I does
I am really a plug, you just cool in them clubs
Before this rap I had bust, feds watchin' and shit
They (?) on that roll, he ain't cooperate shit
I hold 'em down with that cash for bein' real like I knew
Loyalty ain't no favor nigga, its just what we do
(?) is the crew, we get wild like a zoo
But (?) time, we like chillin' fuckin' with hoes by the two
Man it's nothin', all these bitches is fuckin'
All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em they don't want nothin'
I smack, shoot, or snuff 'em

They don't respect my name
Violence my go to move, I make 'em respect the pain
Motherfuckers

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga
Man all my pockets be obese cause I deal nigga
A couple of boxes ain't no sneaks, just some bills nigga
The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas
If you 100 then you love me, I'm a real nigga

Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up
Fuckin' niggas tell me I don't work E
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Blast a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts

I got mad missions to accomplish
Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet
I can up the style, give me what you got
I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch's own
Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter
Cause when I throw shots bones shatter
Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em
I'm the real deal, niggas fakin'
Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas
You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas
Swagger jackin' at an all-time high
And I ain't really mad, I am that guy
A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna
Little nigga, I'm the big, whale and a shooter
Violater sent you to hell, oh, well, your L
Eleven thou in my pocket that I could throw in a fire
And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher
On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a casa
Most these niggas vagina, I'm lookin' 'round with defiance
Like, Damn with these niggas that be so tough
My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff
I got it off grams, these other rappers, not so much
Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit

Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus
And God, I get a Lambo with the doors up
Fuckin' niggas tell me I don't work E
I see them niggas every time they hurtin'
Blast a couple haters lookin' stressed out
You can't have your hand and your chest out
What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?
You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts

It's somethin' that you need to get in tune with
I got the new album droppin' June 5th
Major without a deal, are you ready?
Your boy in the streets real heavy