Lyrics Real One - Quey

Yeaa
Aye
Yea
Aye
Man y'all know what the fuck it is man
Y'all already know what it is man
Y'all know how I'm rocking with the shits
Y'all know who on the fucking beat man
Y'all already know man fuck with me
They told me they want me to take em back to the crib with it
That 305 shit
So that's what I'm bout to do

They say they love
When I get up on that street shit
Take em to Miami
Not none of that south beach shit
Run into your house
Like it's the finish line
Yea them street lights on
But I'm still outside
Pose to be a real G
But he dropping dimes
Only time I seen a dime
I was out there slanging mine
Homie he just caught a dime
Like that's a long time
Told me he gone be alright
Mary J he just fine
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Quey on the block and he back it again
That's the Opp right there then we gotta spin
Chrome to his dome hands up he tryna to win
I ain't playing with you niggas
Ain't got time for these hoes
I done told you once before
I don't ever trust no soul
He was raised by the streets
He ain't the only the child
All my niggas steppers
Like the Greeks out
Yea
Moms made a hustler
Pops raised a go getter
You looking at a dog
But I am a Gorilla
Now she like Go Figure
I ain't no hoe nigga
I was out there in the field
They was playing in the liter
Yea

Momma raised a real one
I done shed them real tears and that real blood
I was out there in that field with them real thugs
Where niggas don't got time to rap they throwing real slugs
Yea
Pops raise a real G
A lot of niggas in my city yea they envy me
They be hating I can feel it in they energy
They get the chance I know that they gone try to finish me
Yea
Momma raised a real one
I done shed them real tears and that real blood
I was out there in that field with them real thugs
Where niggas don't got time to rap they throwing real slugs
Yea

They watching they plotting
They really can't stand me
Lotta cold nights
When I lived in Miami
Ima make it out
That was word to family
Nuttin in her mouth
We don't never need a Plan B
My dawg jumped
And he say he looking for a freak hoe
Told him don't worry
Ima put you on this greek hoe
Told him that she foul
What that mean she a free throw
Blow New Jersey up
He said I get it she Faneto
Copy that 10-4
When you done let's get doe
He said that we got that
I told him let's go get mo
Calling up them hitters
Like you ready bitch we on the go
Run into that crib
Everybody get up on the flo
Mask on mask off
Neutron blast off
Way my homie push it
You a think it was nascar
Claiming that u a G
Better be careful what you ask for
Yea I went to college
You ain't heard ima master

Momma raised a real one
I done shed them real tears and that real blood
I was out there in that field with them real thugs
Where niggas don't got time to rap they throwing real slugs
Yea
Pops raise a real G
A lot of niggas in my city yea they envy me
They be hating I can feel it in they energy
They get the chance I know that they gone try to finish me
Yea