What happened 2 da Real - Yo Gotti

Man, what happened to my real niggas

Man, what happened to the real niggas

They in the feds, they gone, I put my life in this song

Man, what happened to my real niggas

Homie, just feel my pain, this shit gon' drive me insane

I wrote this hear for all my real niggas

Man, what happened to the real niggas

You a real nigga, what happened homie

Heard you running with the enemy, you tripping homie

You wasn’t raised like that, that ain’t your background

You got a little money with niggas, that’s how you act now?

Streets a motherfucker

Not to mention, niggas treat you like my blood brother

But once you cross that line, you gotta stay there

And if you playing both sides, know you got to lay there

Damn, pissed me off, and no more playing fair

Hundred bands and guns, that’s what I call warfare

Ain’t nobody safe, any nigga get it

Don’t call my phone, ain’t shit to talk about, you know you did this

Once upon a time you was a real nigga

But now you disloyal, you just a field nigga

What type of nigga your nigga brought from the other side

We don’t shake hands with the enemies, we do homicides

It’s Ridgecrest mafia for life, and fuck the other side

You never see me say a word, you just see gun fire

Cause gangsters don’t talk, and drama don’t slide

One thing I hate the most, a nigga playing both sides

Just know you don’t slide, get his ass from both sides

Make him scream, oh lord, like he in church getting baptized

I’m on my fuck the world, don’t really fuck with me

My young niggas, that’s all I got, this other shit ain’t nothing to me

Old ass niggas better sit down

Pussy ass niggas better get down

I need a ?, C.M.G.

the motherfucking squad

Any nigga round me best sound hard

Nigga best be squad, down to do their time, to catch a charge

This a family nigga, and you must play your part

Now they say I’m crazy cause I go to war with the whole city

But fuck nigga, I give these hoes the business

And I put that on me, I ain’t never give no statement

I ain’t never copped no plea

I let money fight my cases, I get money and I go hard

I let haters do the hating

When you pussies ready to face me, I be right here just waiting

Matter fact I’m getting patient

Sipping on that hen' getting wasted

Imma' catch a murder one and I can taste it

How you get so far, then go back to the basis

I built up Gucci and Boosie, some of this shit you just can’t shake it

Some of this shit, you gotta embrace it

Some of these problems, you gotta erase it

So I keep ?, fuck their bitches till I run these niggas crazy

Niggas ain’t real anyway

We the G in gangster, you the G in gay, pussy