Lyrics Real Life - M24

Rymez

I love my bro like cooked food, told him "Keep your head up"
He got bagged in the obbo, man, that shit′s a set up
Everyday I get up, gotta get my bread up
We was at them niggas necks, now these niggas fed up
Corn make him sever, do it any weather
Clip full of teeth and my gloves leater
I got my shit together, different kinda set up
Now the diamonds that I rock got her pussy wetter
She want me, no other bredda, nothin' like these other breddas
Free JBB, he′s nothin' like these other breddas
Maggie got locked and Tree and some other steppers
Step with the mash or some—, and some other weapons
Pour out Henny to celebrate life
I might book a flight just to celebrate life
Might not celebrate yours but I celebrate mine
Cah I never had nothin', I was bangin′ outside
Us man really got pride, never let that slide
Make her open wide, I go deep inside
She wanna wine and dine but I ain′t got time
Don't talk to me about Tookie 8, my slime
Don′t talk to me about juggin', I′m on my grind
Don't talk to me about her ′cause she ain't my wife
I don't care about yours cah it ain′t my life
I was really over them sides tryna on sight guys
Little missus outta town, brown one, hot spice
Big breast, round arse, small waist, thick thigs
She loves a surprise, pull up, surprised
Pulled up with the gang, you shoulda seen niggas eyes

They didn′t know me when a nigga started rapping
Now I'm rappin′, got everybody tapped in
Why they rappin'? Why them niggas cappin′?
Pullin' up with smoke, they don′t know what happened
I got bitches from the old days and I got new ones
Disturbing the game, I'm a nuisance
Kinda miss the old days but I like the new ones
Kinda miss my old watch but I like my new one
They didn't know me when a nigga started rapping
Now I′m rappin′, got everybody tapped in
Why they rappin'? Why them niggas cappin′?
Pullin' up with smoke, they don′t know what happened
I got bitches from the old days and I got new ones
Disturbing the game, I'm a nuisance
Kinda miss the old days but I like the new ones
Kinda miss my old watch but I like my new one

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Niggas know that we winning
Niggas know that the GB′s got the city locked
The streets ain't even the streets no more
You got niggas thinkin' they′re bad boys over some clout, ha
Young niggas spending Rolex money on drip
Spendin′ drip money on hammers, what you know?
Free my fucking niggas man, uh