On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I’mma run around with them real niggas Eight mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string Ain’t fucking with you bitch niggas, and that’s real rap but I do sing Make room when I come by, ain’t speaking, I’m dumb high Just heard niggas got jokes, it’s a matter of time before one dies ‘Cause them dudes out and them two’s out, all sixes like school’s out Niggas know when they talk slick that I’m winning fresh, they’ll get chewed out ‘Cause them dudes out and them two’s out, all sixes like school’s out Niggas know when they talk slick that I’m winning fresh, they’ll get chewed out Their shit ain’t regular rich, so they end up in a ditch I’m not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a Ain’t got a knife in my hand, but I’m choppin’ it up with some niggas from Cuba On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I’mma run around with them real niggas Roll upon ya, rull upon ya Roll upon ya, rull upon ya Ask Jay who he married, 80 thousand in Paris Stadiums with Queen B and thoses selfies, got them aggy These bitches is light-weight, I’m always at fight-weight Wrist game is on ice skate, ‘cause we move work through that Tri-State ‘Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd’s out ‘Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd’s out All of these bitches in pocket, I’m ‘bout to make a deposit Tell ‘em to go ‘head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin’ they dicks up These niggas don’t make a mix-up, tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up Tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up, (tell ‘em niggas go step they bricks up) On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter On a real nigga, I’m a real nigga I’mma run around with them real niggas Roll upon ya, roll upon ya Roll upon ya, roll upon ya When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah