Nejay - The Realest

Even in the grave, I'll always be the realest
I want me and my dawgs to count and stack a couple mill
Yea yea yea
How does it feel to be the richest in the building
And everybody 'round you turn into a villain
I stack my chips up to the ceiling and get out the way
I see that nigga watchin' he working for the jakes
I grab the glock and cock it
Aim it at yo face
I been the realest
Imma stay the realest to the grave
To the grave
Aw shit, y'all done got me in my mode
Gotta get the bread a nigga always on the road
Gotta make sure family straight, don't worry all bout what you owe
Promise lil' brudda I know
We all got problems of our own
Behind the scenes
(You don't see it all)
From what I've seen
(Yo dawg ain't yo dawg)
Came up out the gutters, now I need a mill I beat the odds
Watch your people, you can save a life by making one call
Even in the grave, I'll always be the realest
I want me and my dawgs to count and stack a couple mill
Yea yea yea
How does it feel to be the richest in the building
And everybody 'round you turn into a villain
I stack my chips up to the ceiling and get out the way
I see that nigga watchin' he working for the jakes
I grab the glock and cock it
Aim it at yo face
I been the realest
Imma stay the realest to the grave
To the grave
I seen a nigga pull a dime and change
I ice my girl out, now she in love with swinging diamond chains
I squashed the beef with my dawg, cause we don't always think the same
New coupe, can't find the brain
We want designer things
Fuck on that hoe and design her face
I'll have my niggas pull up and come redesign yo place (boom boom)
Off the gas, got me rolling flying through cyberspace
If nobody got me, I got me
That's all the shit that I need
I been the realest to you, ain't nobody got you like I did
Even in the grave, I'll always be the realest
I want me and my dawgs to count and stack a couple mill
Yea yea yea
How does it feel to be the richest in the building
And everybody 'round you turn into a villain
I stack my chips up to the ceiling and get out the way
I see that nigga watchin' he working for the jakes
I grab the glock and cock it
Aim it at yo face
I been the realest
Imma stay the realest to the grave
To the grave

Written by:
Nejay Hyde

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