Troy Ave - Real One / June 5th Lyrics

Part 1: Real One[Hook]I made my name up in these streets like a real niggaI keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real niggaI make sure all my homies eat like a real niggaI fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real niggaMan, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, niggaA couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, niggaThe way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggasIf you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga[Verse 1]Chargin' my phone, leave them chargers aloneI'm ridin' foreigns and Trucks, my rims are matte or they chromeSmoke a blunt to the dome, I got some shit on my headI turn some niggas to bone, fuck them all, they all deadI get mad, I see red, livin' life, gettin' breadGettin' pussy, 'Fuck the opinions of pussies', I saidReal niggas on top, free Rum from the boxFree money or blocks, key white like the Sox[Hook]I made my name up in these streets like a real niggaI keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real niggaI make sure all my homies eat like a real niggaI fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real niggaMan, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, niggaA couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, niggaThe way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggasIf you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real nigga[Verse 2]Studio thug, you can't do what I doesI am really a Plug, you just cool in 'em clubsBefore this rap, I had buzz, feds watchin' this shitThey jammed a D on the road, he ain't cooperate shitI hold him down wit' that cash for bein' real like I knewLoyalty ain't no favor, nigga, it's just what we doBSB is the crew, we get wild like a zooBut all the time we like chillin', fuckin' wit' hoes by the twoMan, 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 nameViolence my go-to move, I make 'em respect the pain, motherfuckers[Hook]I made my name up in these streets like a real niggaI keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real niggaI make sure all my homies eat like a real niggaI fuck your bitch and go to sleep like a real niggaMan, all my pockets be obese cause I deal, niggaA couple boxes, ain't no sneaks, just some bills, niggaThe way I handle all my beefs, I just kill niggasIf you one hundred, then you love me, I'm a real niggaPart 2: June 5th[Hook]Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour busWith that I get a Lambo wit' the doors upFuck could niggas tell me I ain't workingI see them niggas every time they hurtin'Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed outYou can't have your hand and your chest outWhat you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts[Verse 1]I got mad missions to accomplishRunnin' through a bitch-nigga gauntletI can never stop, give me what you gotI ain't tryin' to hit like a bitch is onSome niggas throw shots, but it don't matterCause when I throw shots bones shatterBreak 'em down, break 'em down, break 'emI'm the real deal, niggas fakin'Moment of silence, I'm 'bout to kill niggasYou're bitin' my style, I'm 'bout to bill niggasSwagger jackin' at an all-time highAnd I ain't really mad, I am that guyA fisher with the fish scale, you a tunaLittle nigga, I'm the big whale and the shooterViolate I sent you to hell, oh, well, your LEleven thou' in my pocket that I could throw in a fireAnd I won't feel it cause, real shit, all my stacks gettin' higherOn the top pointin' higher, on a roll like a KaiserMost these niggas' vagina, I'm lookin' 'round but don't find yaLike, damn with these niggas that be so toughMy phone in my hand, nobody still ain't called my bluffI got it off grams, these other rappers not so muchNot so much, the chuck is up, real nigga shit[Hook]Was 'bout to buy a 'Rari, bought a tour busWith that I get a Lambo wit' the doors upFuck could niggas tell me I ain't workingI see them niggas every time they hurtin'Passed a couple haters lookin' stressed outYou can't have your hand and your chest outWhat you tryin' to hold, huh, nigga, what?You can hold these shots, you can hold these nuts