Yankee - Real One/June 5th lyrics

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Yankee - Real One/June 5th lyrics

Part 1: Real One [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real n***a I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n***a I make sure all my homies eat like a real n***a I f** your b**h and go to sleep like a real n***a Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n***a A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n***a The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n***a [Verse 1] Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone I'm ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some sh** on my head I turn some n***as to bone, f** them all, they all dead I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread Gettin' p**y, 'f** the opinions of pussies', I said Real n***as on top, free Rum from the box Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real n***a I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n***a I make sure all my homies eat like a real n***a I f** your b**h and go to sleep like a real n***a Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n***a A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n***a The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n***a [Verse 2] Studio thug, you can't do what I does I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this sh** They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate sh** I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew Loyalty ain't no favor, n***a, it's just what we do BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo But all the time we like chillin', f**in' wit' hoes by the two Man, it's nothin', all these b**hes is f**in' All these n***as is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin' I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherf**ers [Hook] I made my name up in these streets like a real n***a I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real n***a I make sure all my homies eat like a real n***a I f** your b**h and go to sleep like a real n***a Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, n***a A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, n***a The way I handle all my beefs, I just k** n***as If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real n***a Part 2: June 5th [Hook] Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up f** could n***as tell me I ain't working I see them n***as every time they hurtin' Pa**ed a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, n***a, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts [Verse 1] I got mad missions to accomplish Runnin' through a b**h-n***a gauntlet I can never stop, give me what you got I ain't tryin' to hit like a b**h is on Some n***as throw shots, but it don't matter Cause when I throw shots bones shatter Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em I'm the real deal, n***as fakin' Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to k** n***as You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill n***as Swagger jackin' at an all-time high And I ain't really mad, I am that guy A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna Little n***a, I'm the big whale and the shooter Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire And I won't feel it cause, real sh**, all my stacks gettin' higher On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser Most these n***as' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya Like, damn with these n***as that be so tough My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much Not so much, the chuck is up, real n***a sh** [Hook] Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up f** could n***as tell me I ain't working I see them n***as every time they hurtin' Pa**ed a couple haters lookin' stressed out You can't have your hand and your chest out What you tryin' to hold, huh, n***a, what? You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts

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