Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga radio A fact of life is that we will be remembered more for what we destroyed than what we built History is written by the victory That's why we must win it on course This your story, take off, young nigga I told the bitch this a dinner date She wanna *** on me then stay Pulled off in the Stingray So talk to Beirut, knock the socks off With no softball, I'm an outlaw You a cornball, I got hot sauce Yeah, got a little packed out I got them racks on me right now I touched a 34, I did my first show Shot a head and thanked for the load Who act shy the hell if I know? Parked the Benz at the front door Cartier's on me, D-Frank K-Schnack, D for me, D-Bow Fresh from P, my nigga Geno We was on the front street Had a Mac-10, I was 14 We were going everywhere for D Parked the Green Bean right across the street Air Force One, wider than the key Bit dog bars, then they gon' eat They gon' spoil *** about me, huh Niggas all on my line, talking about they starving Nigga, we used to starve back then *** up, we used to rob back then Locked up, hit on some cars back then Where the hell were y'all boys at then? Packed up a milk car back then We ain't seen homeboy since when I ain't trying to do no more features I don't like you, I don't need you I'ma slide by my people I'ma lay down and do time, my freedom I can't go nowhere without my Nino I can't go nowhere without my Nino Look, this a hit story, huh Everything a true story Niggas switched that ***, told me You ain't never did *** for me See, one of my bitches warned me I ain't listen, that *** harm me I ***ed up, but I'm still learning I can't let a nigga bet on me *** you mean I can't make history? Martin Luther was a nigga, B-*** Barack Obama with no Kennedy How is you gonna get rid of me? Shorty *** nigga, no sympathy Got a drum on it, no symphony Got a bum on him like I'm O.D. Smoke a phone when a nigga O.T. Big dog nigga know me Spent fifteen on my no ring Lil' spandex bitch, keep my clothes clean Got a white bitch, but her nose clean Lay on the park, wipe it no clean Lay on the opps like a whole king When the booth was out, we was chirping You ain't never puttin' no work in Get the money and drug, then we out, yeah We put the money in the mattress But we ain't got no drugs in the house, yeah Before I leave, I *** my ratchet I just can't get caught without it, yeah I told my momma it's a habit I ain't been living without it, yeah, yeah, uh I got Houston packed out I got a hundred on me right now We popped a hundred bottles *** a hundred models Had the young gang turnt out Put up no semi-autos Get no fully autos I need everything wiped out Feelin' like Bootsy, bitch, come wipe me down Feelin' like poppin' when I'm on the brown, yeah This a history, yeah Everything a true story Nigga switched that ***, told me You ain't never did *** for me See, one of my bitches warned me I ain't listen, that *** harm me I ***ed up, but I'm still learnin' I can't let a nigga bitch warn me, uh Got the offer packed out I got them racks on me right now Yeah, I got H's packed out I got them racks on me right now We in the B-line right now I got them racks on me right now Yeah, that bitch a uh-uh-uh-uh Front end for the front door Pop the bands at the front door, yeah