(Heavy Camp)

I ain't takin' hoes home to my mama
I ain't really never been with the drama
When you do wrong, I believe in karma
I ain't never been in no Royal Rumble 'bout no bitch (gang gang)

I don't impress hoes, they impress me
I'm a life goal 'cause I'm stress-free
When you hear the gunshot, that's me
Last nigga tried to rob, rest in peace
I just wanna thank the Lord, he blessed me
If I fall down, don't catch me
If you bump into me, don't test me
Turn a white tee to a red tee
Hit the block, get the Glock
Shoot it out in the grass like a pipe-thon
Ak-47, Draco, I don't tote nothin' but light guns
Run into a rap nigga in real life
He'll act like he don't like guns (hell nah)
Run into a tough nigga in real life
He gon' act like he ain't Tyson

When you see a real street nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
We can run through the sunset like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you tryna get on your feet, nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
If you was down like me, nigga, holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"

When you see a real street nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
We can run through the sunset like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you tryna get on your feet, nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
If you was down like me, nigga, holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"

You my ho for real though, you talking
You can catch this ride or you walking
If I go for real, it'll cost you
Saint Laurent heels, she so bossy
And I'm drippin' water like a faucet
And she doin' tricks like a dolphin
And I'm sexy chocolate like a coffin
And it's zero talkin' when I off it
Yeah, I own a whole neighborhood
I just let them fuck niggas live in it
Anybody want the old Youngsta back
You don't want me to live, nigga
Still fuckin' with my niggas from the other side
'Cause they kept it real with me
Still move with my pistol on my side
I don't trust people still, nigga
Mama told me, "Go and get a job, son, you gotta live some day"
Bought a gun, first thing I did was rob somebody broad day
Comin' up, swear to God it was hard, no food on my plate
Good people getting shot in the yard, can't be in the way

When you see a real street nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
We can run through the sunset like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you tryna get on your feet, nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
If you was down like me, nigga, holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"

When you see a real street nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
We can run through the sunset like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you tryna get on your feet, nigga
Holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
If you was down like me, nigga, holler, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (yeah)

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Writer(s): Sammie Benson