Real Nigga Status

Big Bands Entertainment Woof, woof Quan on the track It's Quan, nigga, dawg, ha I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now I was down on my knuckles, but I'm tryna get that cash now Speaking on my name, but I won't back down I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out Run them down with that fah, fah, he got pat down Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out I ain't talking notes, but we gon' pass em out I like my bitch super thick, I love the way she shake that ass now Yeah, I was a student, y'all ain't talking in my class now Yeah, I'm in the crib right now, like, what the f*ck I'm finna rap about Life, yeah, I'm tryna get it right Lil' bitch talk about I'm mean, but she know I'm acting nice Money, you can't get it all the time If you wanna sign a deal, then you have to sacrifice Gang, I ain't never switching up on them If you talk about the family, know I had to up on you Haters, I'm outside like what you wanna do We can fight or we can shoot, you can win or you can lose If you ain't tripping bout this life, you need to tie your shoes If you got money and guns, well, shit, I got them too Simplifying all you rap niggas into decimals, y'all negative You don't want no beef, boy, I'm telling you If you wanna cross me, man, I swear to God, I'm killing you Need to wear that damn vest, talk about you drilling, who If I ever wanna sign a deal, I need a mill or two Cause I stay independent, I ain't working with them damn fools Man, y'all niggas scaring me, yeah, I need to wear that clown suit I ain't Ye, but I got the Drake, it will bound 2 My bitch will beat you up, she ain't worried bout no round two If she let me f*ck, shit, I might do more than round two I made this beat too, they like, Quan, it's your'e color blind? Bitch, I see blue, you know I'ma snatch that boy chain Like it's free food, give it to the bros Yeah, you know how we do Now you higher than a kite, you know how that weed do Yo, nigga, cheap as hell, baby, I ain't talking bout no temu I'm trying to live my life, yeah, I put that on Jesus You thinking that you hungry, man, this draco will feed you I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now Speaking on my name, but I won't back down I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out This that real nigga status, treat it like it's blue magic Man, he dead, old and dusty, he might need a new casket I've been growing all my life, I'm a young, lucky bastard Speak on me, your block, it's a ghost town Like it's casper, shot your whole damn body Split it up like it's a fraction 517, it's the city code, where it get active Max Payne, two Glocks, no CB, now he dancing It's been eight months, and I still need my answer Young nigga, cold hearted, with a Glock Making music since a baby, man, I put that on my mom I've been through a lot, still hit it, still in it like my pops Middle finger to the law, they wanna put me in the box I was gone for a while, but I'm back now Since I let the L, everybody turn to rats now My intuition is to get paid, ain't no sitting down Like you off the lean, this AK will hurt your kidneys now, pussy I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now I was down on my knuckles, but I'm trying to get that cash now Speaking on my name, but I won't back down I ain't talking fiction, I'm speaking nothing but facts now Yeah, they used to talk down on me, I'm a class clown Until they see me with the racks, yeah, they really fanned out Run em down with that Fah fah, he got pat down Now that nigga dead, now his homie wanna crash out