Drumma Boy - Real n***as lyrics

[Hook] Man, what happened to my real n***as Man, what happened to the real n***as They in the feds, they gone, I put my life in this song Man, what happened to my real n***as Homie, just feel my pain, this sh** gon' drive me insane I wrote this hear for all my real n***as Man, what happened to the real n***as [Verse 1] You a real n***a, what happened homie Heard you running with the enemy, you tripping homie You moved lanes like that, that ain't your background You got a little money with n***as, that's how you act now? Streets a motherf**er Not to mention, n***as treat you like my blood brother But once you cross that line, you gotta stay there And if you playing both sides, know you got to lay there Damn, pissed me off, and no more playing fair Hundred bands and guns, that's what I call warfare Ain't nobody safe, any n***a get it Don't call my phone, ain't sh** to talk about, you know you did this [Hook] [Verse 2] Once upon a time you was a real n***a But now you disloyal, you just a field n***a What type of n***a your n***a brought from the other side We don't shake hands with the enemies, we do homicides It's Ridgecrest mafia for life, and f** the other side You never see me say a word, you just see gun fire Cause gangsters don't talk, and drama don't slide One thing I hate the most, a n***a playing both sides Just know you don't slide, get his a** from both sides Make him scream, oh lord, like he in church getting baptized I'm on my f** the world, don't really f** with me My young n***as, that's all I got, this other sh** ain't nothing to me Old a** n***as better sit down p**y a** n***as better get down I need a ?, C.M.G. the motherf**ing squad Any n***a round me best sound hard n***a best be squad, down to do their time, to catch a charge This a family n***a, and you must play your part Now they say I'm crazy cause I go to war with the whole city But f** n***a, I give these hoes the business And I put that on me, I ain't never give no statement I ain't never copped no plea I let money fight my cases, I get money and I go hard I let haters do the hating When you pussies ready to face me, I be right here just waiting Matter fact I'm getting patient Sipping on that hen' getting wasted Imma' catch a murder one and I can taste it How you get so far, then go back to the basis I built up Gucci and Boosie, some of this sh** you just can't shake it Some of this sh**, you gotta embrace it Some of these problems, you gotta erase it So I keep ?, f** their b**hes till I run these n***as crazy n***as ain't real anyway We the G in gangster, you the G in gay, p**y