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letra de tales of a real nigga - sy ari da kid

[verse 1: sy ari da kid]
still treat a bad b-tch like she ain’t a dime
i’m running lights like it ain’t a crime
i’m on the grind, [?] go figure
i know some hoes realer than you n-ggas
speak on that man when you see his face
can’t go to church, ’cause the preacher fake
don’t give a f-ck if i offend you
i eat whatever’s on the menue
give a sh-t about a b-tch or a sl-t, n-gga, f-ck these hoes
and i know d-mn well what they really wanna f-ck me for
get up off my back, goddman, let me handle my business
and this ain’t no rap [?] god be my wittness

[chorus: coach ricky j]
tales of a real n-gga
gotta keep it 100 if you know ’bout me
the tales of a real n-gga
say whatever i want, godd-mn, i’m free
tales of a real n-gga
do whatever i want when i’m in my hood
the tales of a real n-gga
and anywhere i go, n-gga, it’s all good

[verse 2: alley boy]
all these n-ggas screaming that real sh-t
they [?] fake sh-t
got a lotta bark, but ain’t gon’ bite sh-t
quick to pick up a tool, but he won’t fight
so he dumping on [?]
n-ggas stay inside, ’cause them k!llers roaming at night
[?] alley rapping [?] ain’t cool
i’m that lil n-gga from back in school, used to be taking your food
if you know ’bout alley boy, you know trouble
you know [?], you know sosa
[?]
[?]
tryna catch one of these big fish
big p-ssy, big [?]
lil partner used to be snitching
back in the streets, he doing the same thing
so it’s hard for a n-gga to maintain
surrounded by these fake n-ggas
this ain’t no ferrytale, this my life, [?] i’m a real n-gga
[chorus: & coach ricky j]
tales of a real n-gga
gotta keep it 100 if you know ’bout me
the tales of a real n-gga
say whatever i want, godd-mn, i’m free
tales of a real n-gga
do whatever i want when i’m in my hood
the tales of a real n-gga
and anywhere i go, n-gga, it’s all good

[verse 3: eldorado red]
s-x, money, murder, drugs, i grew accustomed
to coming round here if you want n-ggas [?] bust at you
i ain’t really trusting you, no gun, i’m snuffing you
dead, i’m cracking your jaw
p-ssy n-gga, you talk what? rob who?
last n-gga tried that, 40 [?] clap and made his whole head splat
red got a dumb sack, stupid loud kush pack
tales of a real n-gga, you know where the f-ck i’m at
dirty junky money, in the slum where the [?] at
[?] that’s my hood neighbor, we ain’t gon’ speak on that
1’s, 10’s and 5’s, in the [?] running up racks
1’s, 10’s and 5’s in the [?] getting to the sack

[verse 4: coach ricky j]
i can spot a real n-gga when he come [?]
that’s how the kid came up [?] less than one month
one n-gga that believed in a young n-gga
if he say, i’ll take the soul from a dumb n-gga
f-ck nhiggas, no, i don’t f-ck with ya
before i do, duplicate my [?] picture
from the clean to the green to the pills, n-gga
what’s realer than a tale from a real n-gga?
coach ricky
[chorus: coach ricky j]
tales of a real n-gga
gotta keep it 100 if you know ’bout me
the tales of a real n-gga
say whatever i want, godd-mn, i’m free
tales of a real n-gga
do whatever i want when i’m in my hood
the tales of a real n-gga
and anywhere i go, n-gga, it’s all good

- sy ari da kid

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