Real Life
(专辑: Suffolk County - 2015)
Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the
house Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out Come up to our window in the
back of the
house When the
screen go up, grams we passing 'em out But no business with you cause you look like you a
mouse Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around You a
busta, and the
type we smack in the
mouth They don't understand what we be rapping about Real life Take a
sip and then I
roll one up Tell you 'bout when I
was growing up They used to call us about Amsterdam Really drugs was never slowing up Rico's uncle was the
fucking plug Anything we wanted not enough Smoked an ounce of kush on Christmas once 2010, I
couldn't make it up Now I'm balling harder than a
team I
should be inducted to the
league You could do it too, I
bet with ease It ain't nothing brodie, just believe Tried to tell me that I
couldn't too I
just kept it pushing, nigga please Paved the
way, I'm making crazy waves But I
remember it was yesterday when we would Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the
house Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out Come up to our window in the
back of the
house When the
screen go up, grams we passing 'em out But no business with you cause you look like you a
mouse Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around You a
busta, and the
type we smack in the
mouth They don't understand what we be rapping about Real life Breaking down the
grams cause we need more than enough Cut from different cloth they don't make 'em like us Stand up young niggas devoted to the
bucks Loyalty, respect, retaliations a
must I
might float around if I
could find me the
time Out of sight, out of mind, cause niggas dropping dimes Meanwhile on the
block niggas dropping like flies Streets always at war man ain't nowhere you can hide Always had this vision, ain't need no one to listen We had no pot to piss in no wonder my cousin whippin And if you from the
other side my niggas get to lynching We poppin, this shit is hot, won't stop til someone quiting My girl call up my phone cause a
real nigga what she missing But the
plug on the
other line baby gimme a
minute Rubber band on our wristes, I
can pull out a
ticket Santa don't come around here no gifts on my Christmas wishlist Take that dope outside man it's too loud for the
house Smoke alarms went off mom's was cussin us out Come up to our window in the
back of the
house When the
screen go up, grams we passing 'em out But no business with you cause you look like you a
mouse Let them hoes fall through and we gon pass'em around You a
busta, and the
type we smack in the
mouth They don't understand what we be rapping about Real life