Really Lyrics - Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf - Game

Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo 

Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo 

Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed 

Got money in the bank and money on my head 

Really? Niggas sound silly 

Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli 

Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly 

Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy 

Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy? 

Think I give a fuck about the industry? 

Pussy Ass Nigga Better Google me 

Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets 

Boy, I had a white car back in '04 

Back in running wood days and ride low 

When bein' a street nigga really meant something 

Now niggas sell his soul for a follow 

If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga? 

Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer 

Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today 

[?] empower the hittas 

I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey 

And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains 

Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game 

Cause real niggas livin' the same 

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My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16 

My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean? 

Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video 

Causin' all this racket, no tennis court 

Really made a million in a kitchen fork 

Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork 

Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished 

Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me 

And freak me and pass me to all of her friends 

That's what it is, verbal telekinesis 

Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus 

Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers 

I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas 

Got a fresh hairline from Peter 

Got me a hockey mask, choppas start talking fast 

Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter 

Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing 

They saying they killing shit 

Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey 

And a .223 hit might burn a little bit 

I'm like, "Really, little bitches, say really" 

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Fuck these niggas 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Brand new Benz with the top down 

In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round 

I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up 

Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound 

Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down 

Sucker free, no fly zone in my town 

And there ain't no discussion 

It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin' 

I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga? 

My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard 

They act like they know ain't no God 

We so official, for sure, no facade 

Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark 

Still got my .44 in the door 

I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you 

Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you 

Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you 

I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do 

And can't nobody handle you the way I do 

Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two 

And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that 

Blow your ass off the map 

And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap 

My demonstration in exchange for your hatin' 

I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin' 

We come through in Mercedes and shoot you 

You'd think Call of Duty would make it 

Bacon, I get my moolah off top 

He don't give me my moolah, off top 

Give a damn what the naysayers say 

And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone 

Fuck these niggas 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas ain't gon' kill shit 

I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith 

It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards 

This shit right here you can't deal with 

Two ice cubes and some cognac 

Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back 

Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem 

Runnin' Aftermath in all black 

I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's 

Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes 

Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz 

Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves 

Please that's Jeezy the Snowman 

Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man 

Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience 

Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton 

Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem 

Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them 

My handle's dumb, I had no gun 

Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin' 

I bear arms like Durantula 

This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up 

And everybody gotta die, put them candles up 

How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas? 

And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down 

I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around 

And when a nigga say "Timber", you don't need Ricky Rubio 

To let a nigga know it's goin' down 

Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas 

Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas 

Been all through New York with Diddy 

My verse'll Schmurda you niggas 

And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti 

Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti 

Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack 

Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body 

Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old 

I will still be the pilot that light up the stove 

And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back 

And tell niggas that Detox come out this October 

Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober 

And verses like this'll get me a new Rover 

Get you a new home and it's in a casket 

Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over 

Soulja! 

Fuck these niggas 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me 

Niggas say they gon' kill me