Meek Mill - Real n***az lyrics

Hook: Real n***as that beat us b**h n***as that beat them Real n***as that beat us b**h n***as that beat them Real n***as that beat us b**h n***as that beat them Hitch me ballin like a mother f**er Hangin all in..let's go! Figure, gang we doctor hurt the game Strapped up, right leanin on that purple ring This n***a violate it the sound the serving mane He k**ed my man, I k** his mama we both know we heard the same Cops put the case on me 'cause makin you stick I'm lean on yellow blow that purple that's the laker sh** Bricks up in that you homie take you rich You n***as is rup all y'all takin ha ha ha All the women been callin him I'm getting face I'm a bad chick you home face but glugin in You should see with me and poppin me BB arguing in And buggin in, I want all of them Like bug bugger see it that price is vibe I need that china white Homie you'll be gone the night, n***a he's on a side Say one of my voice is.. and take your work ..don't get treat me [2 x Hook:] More my feeling sh**, I'm k**ing sh** I'm in this b**h with my n***a Gillie da Kid A hundred bricks, a thousand pounds Get club on us and b**hes going down Shout out to my n***a mick meal So the deal ain't..mill n***a rapping about c**aine I really so that dope for real I really f** the hoe for real And had around drama on a chopper Street meal we get money now Make the f** they can't stop us Damage could they wanna, ace on my charge up Dope n***as I'm a triple crol you can't rob the robbers Put it on the..modify but dodger Paint with that candy same color is thought up Sauce if I take a loss it gonna be a murderer I am the realest n***a walking ever heard of You're Gotti I'm so full of zen in..and purple And you so full of p**sy you need ten pounds and girt us [2 x Hook:] Real nigagaz that be us, b**h n***as that be them Them n***as that you heard about this them bird out we them You f** around and get murder out off the word mouth pm When them clue shot till your dough n***a Wavin out foe foe n***a Ha don't make me send them shooters to your address That bullets bustin off your body like bad check Chuck gamble with your life but it's your last that You ain't gotta smoke no PC penny get your a** wet What we partners n***a we roll, bad b**hes on hoe My n***a wrist so cold 'cause I ball hard the rose When I put up in that rose, all my haters just froze All the b**hes they chose ad everybody they know [2 x Hook:]