J Stone Real Shit Lyrics
Real Shit by J. Stone
[Intro: yfn Lucci]
Uh, uh, uh-uh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 1: J. Stone]
Every ending is a new beginning (Yeah)
Not to mention I was on the block with Nipsey (On the block)
Piss poor, nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss in (That's facts)
Jumpin' out on niggas, hoppin' the Dodge with pistols
Bow my head, I just pray that God forgive 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
Last night, I just had to off a nigga (Off a nigga)
Fuck your record deal, fuck your offer, nigga (Fuck your offer, nigga)
The smallest nigga, always fought the tallest niggas (Stayed down)
We grew up without a father, nigga (That's true)
Plus I grew up without a mama, nigga (Rest in peace)
Got shot, so I kept a revolver, nigga (Yeah)
And I got aim, so don't be a target, nigga
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
I'm devastated, his murder results in hesitation
It's nights I cry and I tell my daughters I'm meditating
Ayy, I'll die for this district, you mention Dedication
I took them trips to the neck 'cause the hood was segregated
So take your time to the necklace and never tell 'em nathan
'Cause when they free you, the trenches rejoice in celebration
Separation is required for his elevation
I represent for the underprivileged that never hated
I had to get up off my ass, it's time to get this paper
Two-fifty on the dash, but treat 'em like that bitch a scraper
I ain't never told you no, you asked for all them favors
Nigga gotta respect my gangster after all this labor
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 3: J. Stone]
Win or lose, from the gutter to some business dudes
When you up high, you see life from a different view (From a different view)
The marathon must continue, shit, I'm living proof (I'm living proof)
We was ditching school, hop the fence, bend the rules (Fuck the law)
Now I'm hopping in the limo and them Benzes too (That's real shit)
South Central state of mind is what I'm giving you (That's real shit)
Four-fives and tec-9's in my living room
I guess it's the spirt of moms that I'm living through (That I'm living through)
They said I never was gon' make it to see fifteen (They lied)
Now I'm in my thirties living life that most niggas dream (Fuckin' haters)
And I ain't do it by myself, I did it with my team (Yeah)
All Money In 'bout to bring home another ring
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh-uh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 1: J. Stone]
Every ending is a new beginning (Yeah)
Not to mention I was on the block with Nipsey (On the block)
Piss poor, nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss in (That's facts)
Jumpin' out on niggas, hoppin' the Dodge with pistols
Bow my head, I just pray that God forgive 'em (Lord forgive 'em)
Last night, I just had to off a nigga (Off a nigga)
Fuck your record deal, fuck your offer, nigga (Fuck your offer, nigga)
The smallest nigga, always fought the tallest niggas (Stayed down)
We grew up without a father, nigga (That's true)
Plus I grew up without a mama, nigga (Rest in peace)
Got shot, so I kept a revolver, nigga (Yeah)
And I got aim, so don't be a target, nigga
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
I'm devastated, his murder results in hesitation
It's nights I cry and I tell my daughters I'm meditating
Ayy, I'll die for this district, you mention Dedication
I took them trips to the neck 'cause the hood was segregated
So take your time to the necklace and never tell 'em nathan
'Cause when they free you, the trenches rejoice in celebration
Separation is required for his elevation
I represent for the underprivileged that never hated
I had to get up off my ass, it's time to get this paper
Two-fifty on the dash, but treat 'em like that bitch a scraper
I ain't never told you no, you asked for all them favors
Nigga gotta respect my gangster after all this labor
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)
[Verse 3: J. Stone]
Win or lose, from the gutter to some business dudes
When you up high, you see life from a different view (From a different view)
The marathon must continue, shit, I'm living proof (I'm living proof)
We was ditching school, hop the fence, bend the rules (Fuck the law)
Now I'm hopping in the limo and them Benzes too (That's real shit)
South Central state of mind is what I'm giving you (That's real shit)
Four-fives and tec-9's in my living room
I guess it's the spirt of moms that I'm living through (That I'm living through)
They said I never was gon' make it to see fifteen (They lied)
Now I'm in my thirties living life that most niggas dream (Fuckin' haters)
And I ain't do it by myself, I did it with my team (Yeah)
All Money In 'bout to bring home another ring
[Chorus: yfn Lucci]
Gold Patek
Both wrists flooded, shit soaking wet, huh
Yeah, sippin' on muddy, that boy there a mess, yeah
Big Glock 40, shit gon' make a mess, yeah
See I was taught the bigger the risk, the bigger the check, huh, real spit
Out in Cali with Nip on the way, that boy say real shit
Tired of putting my people to rest, real shit
I don't know how the hell people do that (Uh)