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Ain't That The TruthReal niggas do real thingsBitch niggas do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood shit is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game, Ain't that the truth I'm sitting in the coupe with dark tints Sitting to my side is a dark bitch with ass and soft tits And if I walk it I talk it I spit it how I live it and I get it how I live in the gardens And I'mma shine regardless Niggas talk about jewels but tell my how you shine with a raw wrist I'm not ya average artist, a microphone arsonist But still I'm rough and rugged like grandmas carpet I ain't gone lie I was dirty as fuck Now I got a lil paper that's what clean me up But I'm still that same nigga I ain't change nigga If I got it to give I'mma give keep it the same nigga I was that block pitcher, yeah that chain flipper In the hood serving rock to the cane sniffers You tryna paint pictures gotta have the right tools Come up on that rough road make sure you some nice shoes Real niggas do real things, bitch niggas do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood shit is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game Ain't that the truth Niggas say I changed cause I got paper Be the niggas with no paper running they mouths like hot water Niggas I thought was my friends wasn't really real Backstabbers, fake as a 2 dollar bill Niggas mad cause Jay Rock got a deal Talk about me when I'm gone but quite when I appear (shhh) It ain't gone hurt me none use it for fuel And shine bright as the sun Sucks as niggas riding the next mans dick Like a bitch need that for females or ride your own shit When I walk in the room I feel tension Speak or forever hold your peace before I start spitting nigga I don't give a fuck a project nigga til' I'm gone The hoods in my blood you can hear it in the song Niggas tryna push me but I ain't budgin' Real niggas do real things, bitch niggas do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood shit is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game Ain't that the truth You ain't bout this keep your face in them books Out here niggas get murdered for looks I just stick to the ave. pushing them bags Fiends flagging me down like a taxi cab If you late on that cash that thing click and blast Bullets stick to your ass like a maxi pad Leave you dead on the scene and I'mma shake it fast Now your ass history a thing of the past Like nascars I have you earn heart racing I'm hot you could you ain't never blazing' I got something for you bitch niggas player hatin' Bullets hit ya have that ass levitatin' I'm tryna shine like Paul Walls grill For the money have your mouth on that sawed off steal I'm still starving I'll take your mill I'mma quarterback show you how them bullets really feel Real niggas do real things, bitch niggas do what they can Ain't that the truth, hood shit is flowing through veins Real respect real in this game, Ain't that the truth |