REAL NIGGA SHIT BRUH by Craig Xen Lyrics
I pay the price to succeed whatever that price may be
I bleed beats back to back, seven days a week
Never slack, bitch I'm working while ya'll niggas is sleep
Yeah I starve while your fat ass sit down and eat
Grinding, keep them lazy niggas 'way from me
That explains the lack of fake friends, I stay one deep
Keep the focus on me, moving fourth to my dreams
Me and the team, that's Craig Xen and G-O-D
There's two people on this earth, you got pimps and hoes
That's why Xen independent, in a lane of my own
Do what I want, while ya'll hoe niggas gon' do what ya'll told
Don't make me stunt, I'm the man bitch I make the clothes(?)
I know ya'll haters wanna break me or make me fold
But bitch I can't even fold my fat ass bankroll
How the fuck I'm finna flop(?)
Bitch watch how I flip
This pen and pad in my hand, to a house and a whip
I see that Glock on your hip and that cash in yo hand
You hittin' licks for your shit
I earn mine like a man
But then again that's a topic that you can't understand
Misunderstood, underrated, yeah they sold me out(?)
Think I'm the one sent down from the heavens above
Cause every shot he sent missed
And I ain't even duck
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit
Every shot he sent missed and I ain't even flinch
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit
Every shot he sent missed and I ain't even flinch
I bleed beats back to back, seven days a week
Never slack, bitch I'm working while ya'll niggas is sleep
Yeah I starve while your fat ass sit down and eat
Grinding, keep them lazy niggas 'way from me
That explains the lack of fake friends, I stay one deep
Keep the focus on me, moving fourth to my dreams
Me and the team, that's Craig Xen and G-O-D
There's two people on this earth, you got pimps and hoes
That's why Xen independent, in a lane of my own
Do what I want, while ya'll hoe niggas gon' do what ya'll told
Don't make me stunt, I'm the man bitch I make the clothes(?)
I know ya'll haters wanna break me or make me fold
But bitch I can't even fold my fat ass bankroll
How the fuck I'm finna flop(?)
Bitch watch how I flip
This pen and pad in my hand, to a house and a whip
I see that Glock on your hip and that cash in yo hand
You hittin' licks for your shit
I earn mine like a man
But then again that's a topic that you can't understand
Misunderstood, underrated, yeah they sold me out(?)
Think I'm the one sent down from the heavens above
Cause every shot he sent missed
And I ain't even duck
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit
Every shot he sent missed and I ain't even flinch
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit bruh
Real nigga shit bruh, Real nigga shit
Every shot he sent missed and I ain't even flinch