[Intro]
Ay, homie
Y'all tuned into a real n***a, dog
Real n***a every day, 365, you feel me, dog?
Ay, I can die tomorrow, homie
I'm good, I done lived it, you feel me, homie?

[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them

[Verse 1]
A real n***a every day, 365
And when I talk to you, don't look off, I look in your eye
If it's pussy n***a, I'ma get it out you every time
And I done made it where if you a fuck n***a, you can't survive
I speak the truth while y'all pussy n***as living lies
I know the streets, homie, I don't know the other side
The n***as in prison the ones who give me the drive
Real n***a first, rap n***a by accident
A street n***a and a product of my environment
Me being a fuck n***a is something that was never meant
And I don't vibe with pussy n***as, that's common sense
Me being a real n***a is all I done ever been
[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them

[Verse 2]
I only fuck with n***as that's street certified
And I only fuck with n***as, dog, that'll up fire
If you ain't 'bout that gangsta, n***a, keep sliding
And don't you n***as get it fucked up, I ain't friendly
I speak to you n***as 'cause that's the real n***a in me
But being a pussy ass n***a ain't part of the business
A thug n***a, real n***a all in one, you hear me?
I ain't one of these n***as that blew and surround himself with killers
My n***as was killers back then; they killers now, n***a
I ain't one of these pussy ass n***as that run forty deep
Give me four or five real n***as and a lot of heat
Don't care what it look like, pimping, it ain't sweet
So if I ain't what you looking for, I can get you on TV
Laid in a pool of blood, covered in a white sheet
And do your research, the streets'll vouch for me
You hear the real n***a in me every time I speak
[Chorus]
I got pistols, got money, got street cred
Got the whips, got hoes, got jewelry
Got one foot in the street, the other foot in the Feds
Real n***a, so it's some things I ain't never did
Never snitched, never bitched up and never ran
Never hated, never copped deuces, never that
Ain't who you know in the streets, it's what you did in them
Been through it all in the streets and I'm still in them