Ekko - Real n***az lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] We here to slump lames I only rock with real guys and big willies You n***as chump change So let the pump aim Go ahead and block your chest By trying to rock your vest, it'll do nothing We let the metal clap, and make you pedal back Wait your face'll break, and your head'll crack This for my guys no choice but to peddle crack Beef we'll settle that drama we'll level cats And on the block known But never spots blown Go ahead and chop them rocks, get your block sewn And if you hustle grams, get more weight like a muscle man And wrap them grands in a rubber band A slug spark in your muscle fam And I ain't never met Martin... But I'm the hustle man Got what you need and you wanting fam My dudes is rude, eating the food straight out your stomach damn! [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] This for my live n***as Hit the strip move them pies n***as Drop a stack to get fly n***as Roll the leaf and get high n***as Hustle just to get by n***as Yeah you my n***as And for them street cats When it's beef let the heat clap Leave you leaking where your feets at Hold something, tell you keep that It's clearly our year and we're taking the streets back [Verse 2: Ekko] Ayo, I'm trying to leave these pricks froze So keep your lips closed Cuz I done had it up to here, I'm bout to explode [?], you know how the kid roll Get dough, sick flow, but I make it sound so simple Don't get it twisted though cuz n***a I could switch a flow I ain't got a dime so the shine is my principle You never catch me slipping cuz my rhymes never listen yo I'm like the definition that defines what's invincible This for my peeps stressed, let's take a deep breath Cuz ain't too many real n***as on the street left So I'ma spit it til I'm lamping with my feet stretched Laying on the beach rest next to a [?] This for my homies gone That knew only wrong Got popped left behind a daughter of a lonely mom n***as been tripping a lotta sh** been going on That's why I keep it different I ain't on the sh** that no one's on [Hook: Ekko] This for my real n***as Take a rap and never squeal n***as Quick to make it happen in the field n***as Ill n***as That be clapping just to k** n***as We got the [?] that you can feel, n***as This for my wild n***as Always grilling up and down n***as Never scared to k** a couple clown n***as We don't f** around n***as We will pound n***as Straight suffocate and drown n***as [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & (Ekko)] (Your boys are back now) So put a stack down You bullsh**, we spit what's in them crack files And (pull clips to rip and tear your back out Take over strips with fifths and cause a black out) Lil n***a listen here, I'm from a city where You talk sh**, the fifth will make you disappear (If not fifths, then fists will leave you sitting there Wishing it was just another time in a different year) And I ain't nearly reached my prime but I'm getting it This is real talk, not just rhyming and spitting here (b**h n***as, I can smell their kind when they getting near Ain't got no place with them long as I keep away from them) And as long as I'm alive, yeah, I'll be erasing them No words, just drive by like we racing 'em Plotting on my d**h, while I smile in the face of 'em So chill n***as, we real n***as replacing 'em [Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Ekko] This for my live n***as Hit the strip move them pies n***as Drop a stack to get fly n***as Roll the leaf and get high n***as Hustle just to get by n***as Yeah you my n***as This for my wild n***as Always grilling up and down n***as Never scared to k** a couple clown n***as We don't f** around n***as We will pound n***as Straight suffocate and drown n***as