Still In Em - Plies

Ay, homie

Y’all tuned into a real nigga, dog

Real nigga every day, 365, you feel me, dog?

Ay, I can die tomorrow, homie

I’m good, I done lived it, you feel me, homie?

I got pistols, got money, got street cred

Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry

Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds

Real nigga, so it’s some things I ain’t never did

Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran

Never hated, never copped deuces, never that

Ain’t who you know in the streets, it’s what you did in them

Been through it all in the streets and I’m still in them

A real nigga every day, 365

And when I talk to you, don’t look off, I look in your eye

If it’s pussy nigga, I’ma get it out you every time

And I done made it where if you a fuck nigga, you can’t survive

I speak the truth while y’all pussy niggas living lies

I know the streets, homie, I don’t know the other side

The niggas in prison the ones who give me the drive

Real nigga first, rap nigga by accident

A street nigga and a product of my environment

Me being a fuck nigga is something that was never meant

And I don’t vibe with pussy niggas, that’s common sense

Me being a real nigga is all I done ever been

I got pistols, got money, got street cred

Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry

Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds

Real nigga, so it’s some things I ain’t never did

Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran

Never hated, never copped deuces, never that

Ain’t who you know in the streets, it’s what you did in them

Been through it all in the streets and I’m still in them

I only fuck with niggas that’s street certified

And I only fuck with niggas, dog, that’ll up fire

If you ain’t 'bout that gangsta, nigga, keep sliding

And don’t you niggas get it fucked up, I ain’t friendly

I speak to you niggas 'cause that’s the real nigga in me

But being a pussy ass nigga ain’t part of the business

A thug nigga, real nigga all in one, you hear me?

I ain’t one of these niggas that blew and surround himself with killers

My niggas was killers back then;

they killers now, nigga

I ain’t one of these pussy ass niggas that run forty deep

Give me four or five real niggas and a lot of heat

Don’t care what it look like, pimping, it ain’t sweet

So if I ain’t what you looking for, I can get you on TV

Laid in a pool of blood, covered in a white sheet

And do your research, the streets’ll vouch for me

You hear the real nigga in me every time I speak

I got pistols, got money, got street cred

Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry

Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds

Real nigga, so it’s some things I ain’t never did

Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran

Never hated, never copped deuces, never that

Ain’t who you know in the streets, it’s what you did in them

Been through it all in the streets and I’m still in them