Long Live the Real by E Sosa Lyrics
Hook: So Many People not here,so many lost in the Field, how can i deal!? So many niggas in prison talking the shit i am just hoping you listen.Long Live the Real X2 free all the trill aye Long Live the real
Verse: Yes it's true the good die young
21 be the new 30
Broad day bright n early
50 shells did bank dirty
Rip to a real nigga
Lord free all the trill niggas
Only a few of us left
I got the sht that the real feel
They bump my shit while they pop a pill
Bump my shit while the load the scale
Bumping my shit while they count ah mill
I been eating check my Gucci belly
Free Adam and biggaveily
Wish hiney B could see this shit
Count a mill
Let him Fuck a bitch
Rain and that cold I was stranded
Went on that block n demanded
The street was my canvas
Want it I want it I have it
I was so average and turned to a savage
Never bite the hand that's going feed you
First they laugh at you then they need you
Really really they just wanna be you
Crazy thing it Be ya own ppl
They turnt Chris coupe to his casket
Can't lie dug shit tragic
Man I swear this one going hurt
Took him from the fam put him on a shirt
Verse 2
It's a lotta hating niggss in the city that's all I know
We come from the same hood shorty why you want me to go
Ain't sipping lean
I been drowning it
Even dip the backwoods in it
Anything just to lose the feeling
Can't look at my timeline with out crying
Can't figure out why niggas dying
They wanna make it out just keep trying
I know a lot of niggas like fuck it
They cool wit being crabs inna bucket
It's crazy how they take my people
To the jail or in the streets
Rest in piece but I can't sleep
How can I knowing you won't be next to me
Verse: Yes it's true the good die young
21 be the new 30
Broad day bright n early
50 shells did bank dirty
Rip to a real nigga
Lord free all the trill niggas
Only a few of us left
I got the sht that the real feel
They bump my shit while they pop a pill
Bump my shit while the load the scale
Bumping my shit while they count ah mill
I been eating check my Gucci belly
Free Adam and biggaveily
Wish hiney B could see this shit
Count a mill
Let him Fuck a bitch
Rain and that cold I was stranded
Went on that block n demanded
The street was my canvas
Want it I want it I have it
I was so average and turned to a savage
Never bite the hand that's going feed you
First they laugh at you then they need you
Really really they just wanna be you
Crazy thing it Be ya own ppl
They turnt Chris coupe to his casket
Can't lie dug shit tragic
Man I swear this one going hurt
Took him from the fam put him on a shirt
Verse 2
It's a lotta hating niggss in the city that's all I know
We come from the same hood shorty why you want me to go
Ain't sipping lean
I been drowning it
Even dip the backwoods in it
Anything just to lose the feeling
Can't look at my timeline with out crying
Can't figure out why niggas dying
They wanna make it out just keep trying
I know a lot of niggas like fuck it
They cool wit being crabs inna bucket
It's crazy how they take my people
To the jail or in the streets
Rest in piece but I can't sleep
How can I knowing you won't be next to me