We Doin Real Thangs
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Young Kavy
Ese Brown
I got 27 years in this game called life
And I ain't never caught a hot one, never did time
I never did get jumped in, true as I spit
I did kick it with the thugs but the shoe didn't fit
How the fuck you think I learned to talk this shit?
Spark the spliff, I bark ya bitch, it's hard to hit
A ghetto star 'cause the bars I writ
All my cars are sick, I only wish I had a larger crib
Let's keep it real, bitch nigga, you a snake and snitch
But when these tables switch, you gon' be facin' dick
It's elementary, burnin' your homies for quarter centuries
What part of the game is that? It's gon' get you eventually
Stay with your pack, don't rat and don't talk smack
And never pull it if you don't blow gats
I stay on point with the bars with my dome blown back
And fuck rap, I'm just tryna make my fetti stack
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)
I plan to raise up and reach high sunrise mountains
On the east side of Vegas where the one-time house me
I'm God's gift for the world when I spit you these flows
Instead of throwin' snow, roll up a bowl and get blowed
We rollin' P blunts that blow your motherfuckin' hair back
From my head down to my air max
I'm G'd up, I'm posted in the cut, keep my motherfuckin' feet up
In the valley of the East where we known to tuck heaters
And fuck you rats in the hood
All you yellow jacket faggots, you'll get capped in the hood
That's some real shit, make sure that's understood
Next time you comin' on vacation, you might be comin' for good
One million hoes in the desert, no one knows and no one ever been
Now listen up, I might take you there and back again
Metal, metal, I'm the one who calls the big shots
Every corner I stay gridlocked, my permanent pit stop
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)
I'm too real from the touch of the steel to the feel of the flow
It's like inhalin' flames out of crack pipes
Rollin' full throttle with dual pipes
Pullin' two elevens with two strikes
Dickin' hoes down with AIDS
Walk into a cage full of pitbulls with rage
Get a verbal beatdown when I'm clicked with the baddest
Your status is flatlined while my lines get quoted
By a bad bitch waitin' in the club line
I hang with bad guys with gang ties
Connected to border brothers with good greens, mashin' in four-bys
I'm far from a fly-by-night
I kick flows so tight, when I recite
I remind you of Barrera on fight night
Mashin' for L greenbacks
I feel my nigga Brown Money says fuck rap and wanted fetti stacks
I want a 7-0 Chevy Super Sport with stripes
Riches and fat cribs is all a hustler knows
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)
Hangin' with the hustlers is a song we sing
We hustle on the streets, doin' real things (Real things)
Always keep it real is a song we sing
Not giving a fuck, we doin' real things (Real things)