Текст песни Real - Master P , Nipsey Hussle , The Game

To This Real Shit"
(Feat. Nipsey)
A lil skinny nigga caught me underdone
Hanging with my partners pulling out these fancy cars.
It′s funny how a record change a nigga life
Sleeping on the floor to mattress, fucking all the night.
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my time
A hundred Gs to the preachers, should've seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she see me strap,
But these little niggas ain′t kill your life, it's just one trap.
Keep my pistol cock, homie, I don't fuck with cowards,
Took my bitch out the hood, here′s a million dollars,
Put my trust in God and I love haters
Cause every time they talk shit, nigga, I get paper.
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends,
Peter told Jesus he loved him, then he gave him in.
Bars calls this shit, that shit, many shit funny
Real niggas that turn bitch behind the real money
I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey,
Cause when I was hurt he ain′t talk, he said pitch and throw it.
Yeah, let's make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I′m still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks.
It's no limit to this real shit.
It′s the untouchable, grew up on the hustler,
So there's nothing for me to kick in the door or fuck with you.
Tie you and your bitch up, dare hop in the truck with you
You die on the way to your track, then I ain′t stopping you,
This next part from Rihanna, I'm fucking you.
Gangster, hit it doggy style with Chris Brown bump it, too.
Lot bitches smoke weed, coke pie, so dope,
Drove 'rarris, pop marries, crook it on appalation′s slopes.
They ain′t seen a cold nigga like this,
These are the memoires of a gold rope,
Hollywood never and the white boys are so cold.
Crazy motherfucker, my conscious drink for a logo
Ice tea and them bricks, I've been fucking with coco.
Lenny is old, had a triple thing for aggia joe
Birds by the boat load, that bitch life in a chokehold,
And is hard to trust hoes, you see what happened with ocho.
Ain′t no limit to this real shit,
Master in the pieces, tell, it's time to kill shit.
Yeah, let′s make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks.
It′s no limit to this real shit.
Could've been a prose swing that bat like beyrut
But stuck in this ghetto with these killers like they look
Oldschool chuck tailors with no lasers
Used to shoot marbles with my cousin till he caught cases
I wanna thank my fifth grade teacher, that bitch was hating.
Told me I ain't gonna be shit, now I′m going places,
South cut his head off then he lost his power
Pillar talking, chasing bad hoes, call him delauer.
Behind the money, nigga, family members turn sour,
Real niggas talk rather die and turn coward.
I told Twizzers do you think, homie, we gonna make it?
I say a prayer to the niggas that I know they hate me.
I see these school queens turn into dolphins
I see mama sell her body for that white cream
Me game nimpsy, connected like Instagram
I keep that pistol on, cause niggas they wanna see me rich.
There′s no limit forever and we ain't never quit.
Yeah, let′s make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks.
It′s no limit to this real shit.