Troy Ave - Real One

Real One Lyrics

Part 1: Real One



[Hook]

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga

I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga

I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga

I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga



Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga

A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga

The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas

If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga



[Verse 1]

Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers alone

I'm ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chrome

Smoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my head

I turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all, they all dead

I get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' bread

Gettin' pussy, 'Fuck the opinions of pussies', I said

Real niggas on top, free Rum from the box

Free money or blocks, key white like the Sox



[Hook]

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga

I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga

I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga

I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga



Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga

A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga

The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas

If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga



[Verse 2]

Studio thug, you can't do what I does

I am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubs

Before this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shit

They jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shit

I hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knew

Loyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we do

BSB is the crew, we get wild like a zoo

But all the time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the two

Man, it's nothin', all these bitches is fuckin'

All these niggas is frontin', I see 'em, they owin' nothin'

I smack, shoot or snuff 'em, they don't respect my name

Violence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers



[Hook]

I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga

I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga

I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga

I fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real nigga



Man, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, nigga

A couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, nigga

The way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggas

If you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga



Part 2: June 5th



[Hook]

Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus

With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up

Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working

I see them niggas every time they hurtin'

Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out

You can't have your hand and your chest out

What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?

You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts



[Verse 1]

I got mad missions to accomplish

Runnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntlet

I can never stop, give me what you got

I ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch is on

Some niggas throw shots, but it don't matter

Cause when I throw shots bones shatter

Break 'em down, break 'em down, break 'em

I'm the real deal, niggas fakin'

Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggas

You're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggas

Swagger jackin' at an all-time high

And I ain't really mad, I am that guy

A fisher with the fish scale, you a tuna

Little nigga, I'm the big whale and the shooter

Violate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your L

Eleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fire

And I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higher

On the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a Kaiser

Most these niggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find ya

Like, damn with these niggas that be so tough

My phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluff

I got it off grams, these other rappers not so much

Not so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit



[Hook]

Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour bus

With that I get a Lambo wit' the doors up

Fuck could niggas tell me I ain't working

I see them niggas every time they hurtin'

Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed out

You can't have your hand and your chest out

What you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?

You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts

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