Real Ones

Yeah-yay yeah

[Verse 1]
Shoutout to all of my real ones
Shoutout to all of my dawgs
Shoutout to all of my niggas
I know they gone pick me right up if I fall
Gotta salute to my crew
They gone support me whatever I do
We was some lil niggas then but we grew
Now we all stuck together like glue
Shoutout my brothers from different mothers
And if they ain’t got it, then I got it covered
You ain’t gone starve, you ain’t never gone suffer
Life hit us hard but that shit made us tougher
And Ima ride til I’m on my last tirе
By any means, yeah right through the wirе
I’m still the shit nigga check my attire
When we had some smoke, we jumped right in the fire
Right in the flames, right in the face
Fuckin' wit 'Los and I’m gone catch a case
Shoutout to Quin, yeah that’s my ace
My niggas too rare, they can’t be replaced
When they pull up, we gone go to space
Yeah we gon' go up, man I swear to God
We really family, ain’t no facade
You fucking with life if you fuck wit the squad, nigga

[Chorus]
And they gone ride (And they gone ride)
They gone hop in (They gone hop in, yeah)
Yeah we so tight (Yeah we so tight)
We down to the end (We down to the end, yeah)
Yeah dat my dawg (Yeah dat my dawg)
Don't gotta pretend (Don't gotta pretend, yeah)
He ain’t moving right? (He ain't moving right?)
Then that ain't my friend (Then that ain't my friend, no)

[Verse 2: Quin Price & Damez]
Me and patnas like blood brothers
I got loyalty and the love for 'em
I’ll ride for my niggas, lie for my niggas
Even take a slug for 'em
And that’s some real shit
Certain niggas wouldn’t feel this
Cause they switched sides, but I don’t mind
Cause me and Damez like Martin Lawrence and Will Smith
Real eyes, realize, real lies, in real times
And I’m real wise, so ain’t got time
For the cap and all that fake shit
Ima stick to the woes (Woes)
And we sticking to the basics (Basics)
You already know how it goes (Goes)
Touch them, I get flagrant (Flagrant)
Them my guys, yeah, yeah
Them my guys (Them my guys)
Touch them and I catch you from the blind side, yeah yeah
(From the blind side)
That’s on God (That’s on God)
On my life (On my life)
Till the wheels fall off
We gone ride, we gone ride

[Chorus: Damez & Quin Price]
And they gone ride (Yeah I'm gone ride)
They gone hop in (Ima hop in) (Yeah)
Yeah we so tight (Yeah we so tight)
We down to the end (We down to the end) (Yeah)
Yeah dat my dawg (Yeah dat my dawg)
Don't gotta pretend (Don't gotta pretend) (Yeah)
He ain’t moving right? (He ain't moving right?)
Then that ain't my friend (Then that ain't my friend, naw)

[Bridge]
Shoutout to my real, real, real, real, real, real
(Shoutout to my real)
(Shoutout to my real)
Shoutout to my real, real, real, real, real ones (Real ones)

[Post-Bridge: Tre-Tre "Treez" Griffin]
That just goes to show you gotta be completely grounded out here. Real talk. Got a mindset, you gotta keep that mindset and stay focused

[Chorus: Damez & Quin Price]
And they gone ride (And they gone ride)
They gone hop in (They gone hop in, yeah)
Yeah we so tight (Yeah we so tight)
We down to the end (We down to the end, yeah)
Yeah dat my dawg (Yeah dat my dawg)
Don't gotta pretend (Don't gotta pretend, yeah)
He ain’t moving right? (He ain't moving right?)
Then that ain't my friend (Then that ain't my friend, naw)

[Bridge]
Real, real, real, real, real, real (Real, real)
Shoutout to my real, real, real, real, real ones
(Shoutout to my real ones)
Got love for my real, real, real, real, real, real
(Got love for my real)
Shoutout to my real, real, real, real, real ones
(Shoutout to my real)
Shoutout to my real ones

[Outro: Tre-Tre "Treez" Griffin]
Shit crazy really bro. Game a dead end, don't forget to tell 'em that. For real