Shout Out To The Real

Ft. Meek Mill,
Ace Hood &
Plies (Verse : Meek Mill)
Green boots, real nigga , in the jail standing tall like she kill nigga
Are you scared,
I know how you feel nigga
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame thrower
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends start to fall when you in a row
Model bitches turn to hoes ’cause a nigga throw
Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose
Misaki pay for reading the script spin get shows
Poppin’ bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when
I’m back in
I tried to court a milli on an aston
And I ain’t got an album man
I got these niggers falling off
I’m gone (Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers (Verse : Ace Hood)
Yeah,bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
Seen a millie now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
I’m the type to flug a rollie like there’s no means
Barely all my niggers ball like
I’m mister
Clean From the bottoms to the top
I made it out the gutter
I’m 17 on every scene
I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets but not
I’m running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a
Chicago lover
Feelings open and about that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hatin’
I just tell ‘em kiss the paper tags
You’ll be with them pretty bitches favour stacy dash
Puff my rollie,cost me 80 that’s gon’ make ‘em mad
Free my niggers
Large, free my nigga
Cage Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
Niggers love it when you drowning in that water dawg
Hate to see a nigger shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that’s my camelot
We the best of lover on ‘em with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggers would think of holocaust
Killer high, the junkie in it what you niggers thought (Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers (Verse : Plies)
It took a half of ill nigga half the bank nigga
If you want to whip pussy nigga blunt nigga
And I put that red dot right what you think nigga
Hood nigga still went to bilincs nigga
I’m on the ave nigga riding in a curly ass
You that talking nigga you know you a pussy
A real nigga real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain’t what you want bitch
Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga ‘
Cause I’m in the tubies and the gutter with the real niggers
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kid to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to cheat a nigga
We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga
Ain’t got a yacht nigga the size of
Shaquille nigga
And before you try anything you better writer your will nigga (Hook x2)
Shout out to the real niggers, salute
And shout out to the real bitches, say what
I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggers
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggers