lirik lagu rxknephew – real rx
seen a n~gga blow trial for a body
he ain’t even do it, but a n~gga still held it down
i done seen gangsta n~ggas who done turn into a rat
now they in the court room helpin n~ggas blow trial
it was n~ggas in my hood that i used to look up to
fast forward now, n~ggas still ain’t see a pound
it was times, broke a deuce down up 8 b~lls
dropped the prices 60 dollars when they gave them b~tches out
it was times that i only made back what i spent
last summer every 2 weeks, had a different whip
i was fresh outta jail up 5 am
swervin through the hood, givin samples out to l!cks
that’s real life sh~t, i can put it on my kids
i don’t really like talkin bout the sh~t i did
i am not these n~ggas with that made up sh~t
imma tell you right now why the f~ck i’m drugrxch
i done f~cked a deuce up on the stove tryna cook
aunty on my shoulder tellin me the water too hot
i done robbed a n~gga i was cool with
had to line his ass up all day, he ain’t even see the plot
you don’t know what it feel like, hit a l!ck with a n~gga
then he turn around, start workin with the cops
we done threw c~cktails through a n~gga mama window
4 o’ clock in the mornin, tryna burn that b~tch down
i done seen a n~gga give his own baby mama crack
turned her to a fiend, got her runnin round smoked out
same shooter from the hood everybody scared of
seen him come to jail, get packed up and punched out
every n~gga that i ever robbed i was cool with
line him up, play along on some smooth sh~t
i was running into houses on some afterschool sh~t
with an old 12 gauge same size a pool stick
seen a n~gga scared to fight but he will shoot sh~t
had a old ass deuce deuce went to school with
seen a b~tch suck d~ck while his n~gga was in jail
still makin every visit like she ain’t do sh~t
used to take my crack money, go and buy dope with it
my homie used to smoke his weed mixed with coke with it
other day he asked me for a couple dollars
i ain’t wanna give it to em, cause i knew he gone smoke dope with it
i ain’t ever in my life ever think bout snitchin
one bedroom with a microwave and plate in it
house in auntie name but she let me stay in it
told the plug throw me somethin i ain’t gone play with it
price good, i ain’t gone do the race with it
my homie died for a chain with jesus face in it
every line in this rhyme, n~gga ain’t no fake in it
they almost caught me with it, had to take em on a chase with it
it was times, had a gun and i ain’t even had bullets
had to up that mothaf~cka, beat a n~gga face with it
overdoses in the hood got the feds on the block
all these wax bags i packed, hope ion catch a case with em
bodies droppin in the hood everyday with it
in the same house for years, grandma still stay in it
me and mines, n~ggas know not to play with em
stick back to back, meek mill you with this drac’, n~gga
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