Текст песни Real Street N***a (feat. EST Gee) - EST Gee , Bankroll Freddie

FOREVEROLLING (c'mon)

Niggas know who run this shit and who just run they mouth
How you rich? Bond was 50, you couldn't get your brother out
Don't call me, say you see me now, money good, walk him down
Ain't too much to talk about, I'm up now, they talking down
Been up, but I'm rapping lately, notice now, know I keep my pole around
Reach for somethin', we swap it out, my chain for a hundred rounds

Man, lawyer a hundred thou', I love him, so it's nothing
Even if I did, he still will shut his mouth
Came up making turnarounds, brick after brick, pound after pound
Serving local, but he came through postal, out of town
I been up for a while, real gangsta, know that's facts
I can never lack, might spin in that 'Cat, Fatboy double back
Run off if he tax, you was writing raps
I was out west trying to get it back, 100 bowls and 'thrax

Voices talking to me, they say Gs should keep it solid
Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college
Every other night I used to count up at my mama's
Took 20 out my safe and went and put it on your partna
I'm a street nigga, I drink Wockhardt, not no vodka
I'm a street nigga, bought it soft and sold it solid
Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance
Real street nigga, you can't knock me, I'm too solid

A hundred shots in each every blue car that you see with me
I got Gee with me, BKM, ho, EST with me
Real street nigga plugged on the loud, unc' got the keys
And I just sold like 20 bags of Runtz, but that shit had some seeds

Shit, I ain't tripping, though, still can't get his money back
Got a problem, get him whacked, got ten for his fitted cap
And I don't beef on social sites, I swear I don't get into that
Gave lil' bronem a dub and told 'em spin through and go finish that

I use to mix the mids with the gas when I was coming up
Vaccum seal 'em up, I can show you how to run it up
Them niggas lame as fuck, name a nigga came and fucked with us
And all my opps, they broke, tell them niggas get they money up

Voices talking to me, they say Gs should keep it solid
Both my sons got trust funds, they don't need to go to college
Every other night I used to count up at my mama's
Took 20 out my safe and went and put it on your partna
I'm a street nigga, I drink Wockhardt, not no vodka
I'm a street nigga, bought it soft and sold it solid
Self-made, ain't no OG ever gave me guidance
Real street nigga, you can't knock me, I'm too solid