Crooked I - Real n***az lyrics

[Intro: Freeway Rick Ross] Damn, when I leave all the real motherf**ers in the pens Man tell me somebody out here gonna stand up Set all these motherf**ers straight Ye this Rick Ross, the real Rick Ross Not the floss Yeah them s**ers got the game right now They don't make 'em like they used too [Hook] Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as They don't make 'em like they used too No more, no more, no more Real n***as Real n***as, real n***as, real n***as They don't make 'em like they used too No more, no more, no more Real n***as [Verse 1: Crooked I] I vow to keep it real, never break the promise I vow to keep it real, never break the promise I vow to keep it real, never break the promise n***as yell and deaf for focus honour, they dishonest They some scrape piranhas, and the condo stakes up on us Blame and framed up hatred, that's deeper than hatin' on us How could you cut your brothers throat for the love of money Snitching, cops don't even tell on each other dumbie Can't even holla at them, they want me to pay for they attention Like some strippers, but I throw slugs instead of dollars at 'em Affidavit papers, them n***as autograph them They got them feminine ways Taught only my daughters had 'em My circle's founded by, family who down to ride We're moving mountain side, I'm surrounded by Real n***as [Interlude: Freeway Rick Ross] Yeah we still got some real ones out here Ain't too many, but you know that's the ones we'll be f**ing with Yeah, I'm in the studio tonight, Crooked I Thanks baby, it's about time That a real motherf**er reached out for OG You know what I'm sayin' He was tryin' to get himself back on his feet And gave him a shot [Verse 2: Crooked I] Take a look around at the n***as I came in the game with I'm in the same clique, I'm on the same ship Clifford Harris sh** , I'm on that same tip I never change over chains I never shape shift I never transform, I eat Decepticons And Megatron's ain't nothing but Szechuan Chicken up in my restaurant You with them detectives huh Tryin' to help them arrest the don I have my n***as knife in chest And carve a hexagon They heard what I said, yes Record for the feds, yes We got the word, them cameras behind Them TV's in your headrest And I ain't new to this game We'll either live together as brothers Or perish as fools, said Martin Luther the King [Hook]