Lyrics Real Niggas Weap - Streal

(Oh, Jo hit this one)
This ain't no time for play
But we leaving n***** wasted like it's G.T.A.
I want money but I know the pain won't stay away
They up the forty piece, and watch how fast he start to pray
Just take me to the days when I'm in foreigns doin' races
Fuck the system that's the saying we goin' keep it basic
We made it hard for them, they mad that we ain't leaving traces
Forget that other shit 'lil baby lets get to the basics
We'll save that time for later

And yeah real n***** weep
You won't never catch me slipping', and keep it tucked on me
Grandma told me many times how great I'm finna be
God just keep on blessing me I'm on to finer things
Youngin' with a dream
And yeah you best believe
To get outta here all we do is role the tree
Sometimes in my mind I think I'm not controlling things
You'll be surprised how n***** hating claim they on your team
Motherfuckin' disbelief

So watch yo every step
Shit get slippery no caution shooters leave you wet
Remember days when me and bro we wasn't tryna flex
But now we making sure we put our foot on n***** necks
I'm gettin' cash for 'lil homie told 'em he up next
To many n***** gettin' popped I think I need a vest
Man this shit so traumatizing it'll leave you stressed
I told bro and them, "I'm to the bag I got the check"
She asked, when I'm tryna cuff
Girl I don't arrest
I'm giving everything I have in every single step
It's so urgent that you see it watch the effect (Yuh)
They tryna plot again, ok that's a bet (Yuh)
(Yah-ayy-Mmm)
I'm in my zone now n***** scared and get to skatin'
Like it's "Roll Bounce"
Bruh I come to make it happen not for talk
Aim is never fucked n***** use them red dots
Staying humble through the rain shit is goin' up
I won't leave without the sack, it's like I packed ah lunch
Man this shit is really sad how you n***** tuck
I'll be the first to bust it down
And have it weigh ah ton
We wan't action so believe that we will never run

And yeah, real n***** weep
You won't never catch me slipping', and it'll keep it tucked on me
Grandma told me many times how great I'm finna be
God just keep on blessing me I'm on to finer things
Youngin' with a dream
And yeah you best believe
To get outta here all we do is role the tree
Sometimes in my mind I think I'm not controlling things
You'll be surprised how n***** hating claim they on your team
Motherfuckin' disbelief
(Yeah)