Nick Fine$$e - Real Shit

N***** giving me dap but I need a handshake
To prove if you were man made
Some of y'all is bitch made
But when a n**** switch states
A n**** gone switch plates
Yeah ya Rollie looking nice, but we know your wrist fake
You got the rodent epidermis
Hotter than a fucking furnace
I eat fire that's hot shit
Whenever I drop shit
Sprinkle fecal matter on the game like it's nothing
A n**** with the dreadlocks, I'm always up to something
But fuck these puppets, I uppercut them and cut they upper lip in half
A buck fifty on ya face
A buck fifty on the dash
A buck fifty on my plate cuz I'm at Ruth Chris
She sucking dick like she toothless
Let me show you how to train a dragon
Slap a bastard in a MAGA hat then cabbage patch
That ratatat
They pack Macs in back of 'Lacs
Get it crackin like Cracker Jacks
Whats crackalackin
They pistol packing under the zipper jackets
And it's tragic, bodies dropping like bad habits
N***** acting like they 'bout that action and they never lacking
But ya name on affidavits
But ya name is on them statements
You ain't follow street code
You ain't follow g code
Life ain't a game of San Andreas with the cheat codes
The streets will leave you nothing but dead or in jail
Have you feeling like it might be better weather in Hell
Suicidal thoughts going through ya mind in a cell
And the judge gone give you years if you did or didn't tell
Or its rigamortis doing life in a box
I'd rather watch Rick & Morty with a couple of thots
Open up a couple businesses and open up some shops
No gold, no diamonds, no Rolex watch cuz it don't appreciate
Just make ya stock drop like the DOW Jones
Black n**** with the brown bones
Cuz my melanin runs deep
It runs deep like the love that I got for the streets
When my n***** doing positive things to make a change
They stopped selling dope and stopped tryna gangbang
Cuz they knew it was another avenue
Now we getting revenue

Written by:
Nicholas Stroud

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find