Lyrics: LIL SCRAPPY "BE REAL" (0/1)

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Be Real

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[Chorus: 2X]

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

if you gonna rap about it be trill about it

And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

and dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 1]

Comin up as a child my city was hell

My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail

I came robbin and kickin in doors

I came robbin and kickin in doors then on my behalf and 17 old

Then on my behalf and 17 old

But ya see shorty, My mom was a G

She made it real easy for my sista and me

she made it real easy for my sista and me

She did what she had to do, and got

She did what she had to do, and got out the

Out the damn crowd like a nigga would do

damn crowd like a nigga would do

Talkin about pimpin, oh she did that too

Talkin about pimpin, o she did that too

I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot

And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin

And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones

And bones thats why I thank my heart to sell dope

thats why I thank my heart to sell dope

I gives a fuck about none of you hoes

All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold

All you fake thugs think about is grills and

And pressin these doors

gold, and pressin these doors

(Shorty) and cakin these hoes

(shorty) and cakin these hoes

I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

Ima pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

[Chorus]

If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

[Verse 2]

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself

A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death

Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga

And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me

Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy

Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope

A lil crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat

And in the streets broke heathens

And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially

Went through drama especially

moma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)

Moma swung on a nigga

I dun scratch my head unless it itchs

I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga)

an I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitchs

I don't scratch my head unless it itches

nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why

And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches

Ill rather hustle in the cold cuz niggaz sprayin wit fire

Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why

Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz sprayin wit fire

All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen

Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

You see the streets, they'll swallow you whole

[Verse 3: Bohagen]

Mind body and soul

You see the streets, they'll shallow you whole, mind body and soul

And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes

Waitin for the trash collector

Follow me mind selector to the ghetto sector

They'll kill you over thirty dollars

I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle

I seen a man cut wit a dirty bottle blood

Blood squirted on his shirt and collar

squirted on his shirt and collar

I heard him holla a sound that I cant forget

Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said shit

And to this day moma thought I was young

And to this day moma thought I was young, hungry, and poor (par)

Hungry, and poor (par)

while she was at the church praising the lord

While she was at the church praising the lord

I made through amazingly unscarred

She had to be praying 'cause I made it by the grace of the god

She had to be praying cuz I made it by the grace of the god

Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes

Bible in one hand, the other hand 9

Dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

dreaming of naming streets and boulevards mine

Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

[Chorus - 2X]

If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

If you a thug my nigga be a thug

If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs

If you gonna rap about it be trill about it

And dont say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

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