Real Nigga Blues ft. Lil Papa
Scarface
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Damn, it's hard being a real nigga
Clutching on steel triggers
Pouring Kool-Aid on Hilfigers
For niggas I cut for
Put a ho out my truck for
Take a bullet to my gut for
Shoot up your cuts for
A nigga asking me what for?
Cause this check I wrote until death won't bounce
Cause to quit is to care and excuses don't count
The real nigga blues
Short sticks but long brooms
Two feet planted whether it be the tomb or the courtroom
Bullet wounds in my flesh
Powder burns I digest
On the front line I press until in peace I may rest
For battles I can't win
With stripes I must defend
Done been to the pen behind friends
And I still can't turn my flags in
When you break weak, I gots to stand strong
I strive to go hard while you strive to go home
These checks I write will require day and night
For better or worse, ups and downs or just plain old fistfights
Packing all the weight
Putting in work from birth
Running myself in the dirt
And you asking me why my back hurt?
Even when your gal tried to give me some fish
I 86'd that shit
Pulled your coat but you was scared to dismiss that shit
But I guess you gots to be one of me or walk in my shoes
Or drink from the cup that I drink to feel my blues
The real nigga blues
I can't bend, break, front, fraud, fold or get hacked
It's like I'm married to this game
My team loses if I get sacked
Turning down licks on niggas I know ain't got no heart
Arguing with my baby mama cause she's convinced you's a mark
My word is my bond
My life is my son
My duece is my gun
And my fear is to have none
Cause I refuse to run
And for my honor I'll die
And for my mother I'll lie
My heart done got hard
I still show regards
Call out to the Lord but it seems like I can't cry
So when bullets fly, yeah, it's my fault
Locked in with no way out
Fuck some clout
This is what I'm about
Even if I am the only one to get caught
It ain't in me to back down
That's like laying my gat down
I ride for the cause and I hide from the laws
And I ain't scared to get ragged down
And for my crown, yeah, caps gon' peel
I ain't no threat, but I will kill
And to all my partners up under them hills
Y'all know how I feel and that's real
Yeah, dig these blues
The real nigga blues
Dig this
My partners hit a lick for two and a half bricks
And since I'm the cornerstone of the clique
They came to me when the shit got thick
I took in all their evidence and made it mine
Not realizing while they balling I be doing time
All they had to do was push the witness out of existence
And I would have walked because the case was inconsistent
But instead they got caught up in the joy of the fruit from the hustle
Said fuck me, let the witness live
And I got 25 years all cause I kept it real
A mark would have squealed
But instead I chilled
Put it on appeal but got shuffled in the deal
See I respect the code of the streets, the code of the G
But when they gave it to me they said fuck the police
We'll never help these hoes solve a case
Now tears in my son's face
Cause his daddy is out of place
With no trace of my pills
Missing my little nigga younger years
All cause I kept it real
Regrets, yeah, sometimes have some
I'm gon' walk when me time comes
It wasn't my prints on the gun
In your eyes you's a real nigga so what you would have done?
Stand strong?
I'm not surprised
I was in the county camouflaging my cries
Squabbling niggas twice my size
For mistaking tears for fears in my eyes
But I ain't asked to be real
I was born like this
Sacrificing my fo'shoes for your maybes
Got me scoring like this
Tattered and torn like this
But my roots won't pluck
I'm the only reason your truth won't buck
But is my authenticity worth the price I'm paying?
All the shit I been through, nigga do it look like I'm playing?
I'mma be down 'til I get laid down
All the ex-real niggas would have still been real
Only if they would have stayed down
But these my blues
I just spread the news to whom I choose
A tale of a real nigga
Can you dig his blues?
The real nigga blues
And all I got is my balls and my word
My balls and my word