The Niceguys (Yves) - Real n***as lyrics

Real n***as...real n***as Real n***as...real n***as Verse 1 (Yves) Tryna get a mill of these tunes And a proper meal all this food Need a mill-ion forks and spoons Something that all these goons feel Is something that could fill all these goons That live sh** still part of me too Keep it real with me Parlez vous? Nah? Pardon me, ooh! Can't even steal on these dudes I ain't even got the steel on me dude Talk sh** like they still want me to I ain't gon' k** none these dudes They just gon' squeal on me Lou The King of the Trill warned me to But I hate these n***as Woulda ate they face I will scrape these n***as Outta line with my faith Like, "Why God create these n***as?" Well, God gave em life. That's right But iPods make these n***as Im an Apple product with example conduct 718 Queens n***a! We need Wu-Tang, M.O.P., State P n***a Hook (Yves) I don't f** with nobody else but the realest of the real We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride I say I don't f** with nobody else but the realest of the real We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride. We ride Verse 2 (Yves) Some of my real n***as white Oh they could never be a real n***a right? Sike! In light of they work They might be field n***as twice Bite my head off for that But, those who tried to dead me awful black So I prescribe to no color Something you should know right off the bat Back to the bullsh** pardon my back My back is to the Bull sh** I'm Jordan like that Wizard when I wish a n***a would Whisper from a prince heard that I should The prince of hell say my principles ain't cool like principals But the pow from the trigger I could pull is loud And I dont need evidence to pile. No PRINTS/PRINCE! Real n***as gon chill till it's real Chilled buckets of ice. n***a why ice grill? Felling so nice that the night stand still Knuckleheads gotta know what my right hand will do But what it do ain't important Who the f** are you? You know my name and my dame It's only fair you share Wasn't you anonymous before ya dramatics? You figured making a scene'll get the problem fixed You playing politics with a problem kid and I can't make any promises But I got a lot of pride so my time is split Between dirt and right mind reminding him That i don't wanna see my mama pissed But then again she know what I'm bout WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED A BIT! Hook 2 ( Yves) Verse 3 (Yves) Real n***as Man I miss my n***as Deji. Shoota Can't forget my n***a showed me love in the H Gun on my waist Chilled me out a little put that mud in my drank Blood on my face to blood on my hands Magic Mike see that's my n***a Dallas Mike see that's a man Sleezy Lee. Southwest Bo Easy Yves was outta control till Candlestick dismantled clips and barrells Barely made it. Bullets hidden Bo went through that bullsh** with him. Deji got me paid OG Ron C got me grown. Bun B said I must behave Kenneth saved me from myself. Orange showed me something else Lotto let me earn my nuts and Justice loved me through my hell I love my n***as All my n***as real n***as yup Thurogood, Sean Otis them my n***as James Kelley that's my n***a And mommy send me scripture You know my soul need saving And that's why you my n***a Real n***as Acapella Hook (Yves)