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real shit, pt. 2 - yung ro lyrics

[intro]
let this money sh*t go to your head
don’t let this money sh*t go to your head (don’t let it go to your head)
cause i done seen n*ggas come up then they go to the feds (and they go to the feds)
what’s that, this sh*t crazy we had to go to his grave (that my brother for life)
at the funeral, can see the hole in his head
but let him know it’s not over (let him know it’s not over)
n*gga we sat up on the floor, where the f*ck is the sofa (the f*ck is the sofa)
n*gga i barely got a call, where the f*ck is the chauffeur (the f*ck is the chauffeur)
lay my gun up on my waist, where the f*ck is the holster (tryin’ to bang it out)
[verse]
n*gga i’m stackin’ up all these bands
n*gga my block turns boys to men (boys to men)
man i swear i seen the rawest sh*t (seen the rawest sh*t)
the 223 shot out cars and sh*t (turn out cars)
but the draco go through walls and sh*t (fraco go through walls)
so it be hard to pick (it be hard)
out in public, yung ro you hard as sh*t (yung ro you hard)
you got a story go record that sh*t (you got a story)
that’s why when n*ggas want beef i try to avoid that sh*t (try to avoid)
but i’m street so it be hard as sh*t (yeah)
’cause i be tweakin, let that 40 spit (uh*uh)
but i got money n*gga, i can put an order in (put an order in)
and had them young boys figure out what car you in (figure out what car)
everybody dead n*gga unless god get in
you done did what you did, you done earned your stripes (earned your stripes)
you a family man, now you trynna change your life (trynna change your life)
but n*gga i don’t give a f*ck, don’t get caught at that light (oh no, no, no)
’cause n*ggas war on sight
i told mine just chill, we gonna stomp on some sh*t (we gonna stomp on some sh*t)
them n*ggas gon’ slip up and get comfortable again (you gon’ slip up)
’cause we ain’t sendin’ that sh*t (we ain’t sendin’)
and we gon’ catch him down bad and put an end to that sh*t (br)
i’m from the projects, all that back to town sh*t, i wasn’t feelin’ that sh*t (i wasn’t feelin’ that)
’cause n*ggas k!ll out of fear
knowin’ if they get that time they gon’ break down in tears
snitchin’ on they own blood just to break down them years (uh*uh, n*gga)
and we talk on the daily then that mean somethin’ (you my brother for life)
cause nowadays they only call you when they need somethin’ (only call you)
we win some we lose some (we lose some)
all these b*tches on my d*ck, i cannot choose one (i cannot choose one)
i might make it out the hood, that give me goosebumps(that get me nervous)
’cause where i’m from you’re not respected ’til you shoot someone (until you k!ll something)
but i’m a grown ass man, ain’t gotta prove nothin’ (ain’t gotta prove nothin’)
no, i ain’t gotta prove nothin’
i’m riding around with this dope and i’m hammered up (and i’m hammered up)
and glocks i trust cause ain’t no jammin’ up (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
this b*tch is dangerous (this is dangerous)
turn your p*ssy ass into some f*ckin’ angel dust (into some angel dust)
why i f*ck with real k!llers, you can’t hang with us (i’m with my real ones, uh uh)
boy you can’t hang with us (i’m with my real ones)
i f*ck with real k!llers you can’t hang with us, n*gga
ain’t no live on this block, turn them cameras off (turn them cameras off)
’cause if them n*ggas come and spin we lettin’ them hammers off (boo*boo*boo*boom)
young n*gga ride ‘round with the glizzy on the handlebar
drank got him movin’ slow like he’s on some handlebars
[outro]
real sh*t part two
you know what it is (br)
they know what it is

- yung ro lyrics

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