Shout Out To The Real lyrics


Featuring Meek Mill, Ace Hood & Plies

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Free Boosie, real n*gga
In the jail standing tall like Shaquille n*gga
I used to say, "I know how you feel, n*gga"
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you're in a row
Model b*tches turn to hoes cause a n*gga froze
Got them people taking pictures, let a n*gga pose
Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a Mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I'm back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain't got an album, man, I got these n*ggas falling off
I'm gone

[Hook: Meek Mill (x2)]
Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute)
And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what)
I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
Seen a millie, now it's hard for me to sleep at night
I'm the type to flood the Rollie like it's New Orleans
Bet that all my n*ggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean
From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter
I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets, but now I'm running every summer
Right back on my bullsh*t like a Chicago lover
Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom with my cocky ass
Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
Still be with them pretty b*tches, save for Stacy Dash
Plus my Rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my n*ggas locked, free my n*gga caged
F*ck the system yeah you know we on the same page
N*ggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg
Hate to see a n*gga shining like some Armor All
Loyalty over royalty that's my common law
We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my f*cking boss
He just tell me murder n*ggas, we're thinkin' Holocaust
Kill the hottest young'n in ain't what you n*ggas thought

[Hook: Meek Mill (x2)]
Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute)
And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what)
I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas

[Verse 3: Plies]
They took a half of M n*gga out the bank n*gga
If you wanna whippin' pussy in a bank n*gga
And I put that red dot right where you think n*gga
Hood n*gga still wearing Cuban Linx n*gga
I'm on the ave. n*gga riding in a cutlass
You that talking n*gga, you know you a pussy
A real n*gga, real life, no rap sh*t
And I can promise you this ain't what you want, b*tch
(?) me and ya still ain't been a real n*gga
'Cause I was too busy to gutter with the real n*ggas
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel n*gga
And we some kids till we tell you that we the real n*gga
And they ain't telling none of my young n*gga to chill, n*gga
We all shooters, n*gga, and all us on pills n*gga
Ain't got a yacht, but n*gga the size of Shaquille, n*gga
And 'fore you try the n*gga you better write your will, n*gga

[Hook: Meek Mill (x2)]
Shout out to the real n*ggas (Salute)
And shout out to the real b*tches (Say what)
I'm popping bottles with my real n*ggas
It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggas

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