Stitches - Real Street n***a lyrics

[Chorus] I'm a real street n***a, and you a fake a** n***a Ain't never sold dope n***a, you a p**y a** n***a You a p**y a** n***a, y'all some p**y a** n***as You a p**y a** n***a, I'm a real street n***a [Verse 1] Diamonds in my grill boy, I might leave you blind Cocaine in my car, and the police tryna find it f** the police, and f** them K9 dogs too ?? so n***a what can you do I'm a professional drug dealer And I make music for all of my thug n***as Free all of my n***as in the chain game whoadie I'm always gonna scream free all of my homies [Chorus] [Verse 2] All my n***as riders, I'm a drug supplier White tee, jordans on n***a and I'm driving Bricks in the back boy, in a pillow sack boy If they try to pull me over, imma catch a case boy I ain't going in boy, it's gonna be life boy They gonna try to put me in there for my whole life boy I don't wanna rot in no prison, I'd rather be dead And when I find out who snitch on me, that boy gonna end up dead f** Young Jeezy, f** Tyga and The Game f** around with me n***a, I put bullets in your brain You just woke up a monster, you was just some imposters The truth always come, remember that homie [Chorus]