เพลง That's My Nigga Fo' Real (Explicit)

That's My Ni**a Fo Real (Explicit) - Young Zee

Uh Zee

I got weight in haze my customers' hoes sleep with me

We have small beef I still sell them O's for three fifty

They know in big beef I pop a hundred times

Be like roadkill I live n***a's brains on one and nines

And my down b***hes they be ready to kill

I be like chill they be like

That's my n***a for real yea uh huh

I'm from the Bricks we be like

That's my n***a for real yea young zee

All my n***as from the hood they be like

That's my n***a for real yea

B-boy you my n***a talk to 'em

Yo I don't give a f**k if we don't sell a record

We still gon' get this money in the Bricks

Spill it Zee

I'm like Santa Claus I deliver n***as grams a raw

Straight from Panama fiends eat it up like canavaugh

And my dimes disappear like magic wands

I sell 'em 'til the crack of dawn

And destroy every track I'm on

Plus I have a clam packed in the back of vans

More royal than the Taliban murk you for a half a gram

What I get b-boy to drop your truck in the river

F**k some dough we be like

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

Yea jeah uh huh ha yea

Scarecrow what I'm trying to walk before I crawl

I want it all ever since

I came out of my mama's walls

I'm trying to make so much dough when I write a song

I can write 'em all why y'all clique

On the corner selling final calls

Yea n***as mad at us gladiators like Maximas we fabulous

While you fall off like Canibus's managers

My man Dee U keep the nina peelin'

Point 'em out and watch me serve 'em like Serena Williams

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

Zee need Buddha E-user beef pre Lugers

Spittin' from our PT cruisers

My tape don't drop I still got dough to make

Got little n***as on roller skates holding my coke and weight

Blow paper ho chaser dough raiser Joe Fraizer

Sixteen cellys and four pagers

Go hype up your squad that they might f**k with ours

I just light up cigars go by bikes trucks and cars

I got in Atlanta deep 'round the street ten grand a week

I give 'em one word to put your man to sleep

And I love my Jersey live b***hes

They'll leave a n***a face with thirty five stitches

They'll help my tie cinder blocks and push your kids

So deep in the ocean they'll see where octopuses live

Jeah this label deal is for Raz Pace and Chill

I know mad heads but still

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

That's my n***a for real

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