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Featuring Meek Mill, Ace Hood & Plies [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Free Boosie, real n*gga In the jail standing tall like Shaquille n*gga I used to say, "I know how you feel, n*gga" It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas 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 tucked Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up Friends turn to foes when you're in a row Model b*tches turn to hoes cause a n*gga froze Got them people taking pictures, let a n*gga pose Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows Poppin' bottles it sound like a Mac-10 Better be soaked in it when I'm back in I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston And I ain't got an album, man, I got these n*ggas falling off I'm gone [Hook: Meek Mill (x2)] Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute) And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what) I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas Letras de canciones [Verse 2: 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 flood the Rollie like it's New Orleans Bet that all my n*ggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean From the bottom 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 now I'm running every summer Right back on my bullsh*t like a Chicago lover Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom with my cocky ass Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags Still be with them pretty b*tches, save for Stacy Dash Plus my Rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad Free my n*ggas locked, free my n*gga caged F*ck the system yeah you know we on the same page N*ggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg Hate to see a n*gga shining like some Armor All Loyalty over royalty that's my common law We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my f*cking boss He just tell me murder n*ggas, we're thinkin' Holocaust Kill the hottest young'n in ain't what you n*ggas thought [Hook: Meek Mill (x2)] Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute) And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what) I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas [Verse 3: Plies] They took a half of M n*gga out the bank n*gga If you wanna whippin' pussy in a bank n*gga And I put that red dot right where you think n*gga Hood n*gga still wearing Cuban Linx n*gga I'm on the ave. n*gga riding in a cutlass You that talking n*gga, you know you a pussy A real n*gga, real life, no rap sh*t And I can promise you this ain't what you want, b*tch (?) me and ya still ain't been a real n*gga 'Cause I was too busy to gutter with the real n*ggas When you see me in the field tell me how you feel n*gga And we some kids till we tell you that we the real n*gga And they ain't telling none of my young n*gga to chill, n*gga We all shooters, n*gga, and all us on pills n*gga Ain't got a yacht, but n*gga the size of Shaquille, n*gga And 'fore you try the n*gga you better write your will, n*gga [Hook: Meek Mill (x2)] Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute) And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what) I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas From Letras Mania