"Real Ones (Outro)" lyrics

I seen real niggas turn fake
I seen real niggas turn fake over pape'

Shit kill me
Bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Just taking care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad, ma?
I ain't going back, that was the last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga Cot
Swear to God being down done changed a lot
Shit ain't sticking to the knife, had to change the pots

Who done saved us now? Niggas played me, Rob
Probably got more gifts than my baby got
Still catch me holding down, that's all I know
Every night I pray to God that y'all come home
4s ain't run since a nigga been gone
Few picked up a call, but nobody really rode
Yeah, but they riding for us, huh?
Tell me, yeah, but the dying for us, huh?
Do you feel me?
You know if you ever need a phone, tell 'em bill me
I ain't talking to your son, and that shit hurt me, cuz
Stealing shit I would have gave, nigga worse than us
Any time a nigga played, who the first to buss?
Who brung that rose to the east side?
Couple new trials, still yelling "Free mines!"
Neff, what's good wit' you?
I know it hurt they gotta look up to a lil' nigga
Rose skelly on, I ain't even bagged it yet
Won't let another nigga 'round who don't claim this shit
You in your feelings, why? 'Cause a nigga famous, bitch
Glock 27 on me and I'll slang this bitch

Shit kill me
Bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Just taking care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
I did a lot for niggas, niggas still ain't did nothin'
Tell me, why they mad, ma?
I ain't going back, that was the last time
Free my nigga Bob, free my nigga Cot
Swear to God being down done changed a lot
Shit ain't sticking to the knife, had to change the pots

Shit kill me
Bruh, I swear I thought you was one of the real ones
Just taking care of our kids, nigga, how you don't feel us?
How you don't feel us?
Shit kill me