Real G's

Yo Yeah Listen Let me tell you a little story About a kid, a really brave kid That wanted to provide for his family For his mom, make her comfortable you know Give her some money But he got caught up with some trouble Listen Yo He was a cool motherfucker packed a little nine Said I'm waiting for the day that they gon pull mine Living out in the streets, seeing crackheads on trips Conversate with real G's but still holding the heat He got real big dreams about living on hills Acting on the low he won't let 'em know 'bout his schemes And he saved couple of dollars, sold couple of pills Conscience died a long time ago and now he got bills So he went to the store, saw a mic at the window He looked at the price and said I gotta sell indo He went to the G's and he asked for a loan I need 1800 for a mic and some more If we'll give you all that, all that paper you ask You got 25 days 'till you giving it back If you late there's gon be interest, it's 200 dollars If you'll give it back before keep them bucks in your pocket Real G's You don't wanna mess with real G's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers Mess with Real G's You don't wanna f*ck with OG's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes He just wanted to get over all the bullshit Let alone dealing with all type of fools shit Mama fiending for belonging in his drawers Not the type of things that a grown kid will hold onto Let's return to the topic of the loan too He bought the mic and equipment for his songs Who? Yeah that boy that all ever knew was struggle Set the mic down get into that trouble So he grabbed all the stories that he wrote Beginning of the west side to the east coast He said they'll never get mine feeling like a boss Reminding me of Pac, was aware of all the flaws He talked about the issues, that every country has How rich and poor people is like the "good" and the "bad" He asked his brother would you be the man in the chair for me? He made a smirk and he asked where my chair homie? Real G's You don't wanna mess with real G's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers Mess with Real G's You don't wanna f*ck with OG's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes So they made couple of songs, released them as a mixtape And luckily for them people came like insects Wanted to see the kid he was the only topic He saw the papers coming and he never tried to stop it He gave his mama half the cash the other took for profit Went over to the G's, reached in for his pocket He said f*ck all you hoes I'm the boss now bitch They shot his ass dead left the body in the street Real G's You don't wanna mess with real G's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling up trees under leaves This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers Mess with Real G's You don't wanna f*ck with OG's Cock it back on LAPD's Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes Yeah Hahaha You ain't never know what them G's got You know what I'm sayin man You feel me Don't ever mess with 'em Yeah Sad shit But that's just how it went If only he stayed humble That shit wouldn't have happened