That's My Nigga Fo' Real

Ugh, zee

I got wakin haze, my customer's hoes sleep with me

We have small beef, I still sell em o's for three fifty

They known when big beef, I'll pop 100 times

They like road kill, I live niggas brains on 189

And my down bitches, they be ready to kill

I be like chill, they be like "thats my nigga fo real"

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

I don't give a fuck if we don't sell a record

We still gunna get this money in the bricks

Spill it zee

I'm like santa clause, I deliver niggas grams raw

Straight from panama, they eat it up like Hannibal

And my dons, they appear like magic wands

I sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track im on

Plus i have a clan packed in the back of vans

More raw than the taliban, murk you for a half a gram

I get bboy a truck, yo truck in the river

Fuck some doe, he be like "thats my nigga fo real"

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before i crawl

I want it all, ever since i came outta my mommas walls

Im trying to make so much doe when i write a song

I can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final calls

Niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus

We fabolous, while you fall off like canabis's managers

My man d, you keep the nina pillin

Zee, point a mine and watch em soak em like sarina williams

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

Zee need buddha, E user

Be freelookers spittin from our pt cruisers

My tank dont drop, i still got doe to make

Got little niggas on rollerskates, holdin my coke and weight

Blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe frasier

16 cellys and 4 pagers

Go hype up your squad that they might fuck with ours

I just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars

Got axe n nitty in atlanta deep

Ran the street, 10 grand a week

I got one word, dont put ya man to sleep

And i love my jersey live bitches

They leave a nigga, face with 35 stitches

They'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep in the oceans

They see where octopusses live

This label deal is for raws pacin chill

I know mad heads, but still

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

That's my nigga fo' real

Yeah what

Bricks