In Real Life - Sada Baby

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(Sangre grande, sangre grande)

Huh

Huh, huh, huh, I get tired

Tired, huh

Hmm, tired

Uh (I got tracks on this)

Huh, soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh

I don’t need no help, I’m gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh

Let me get him myself, huh

I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh

Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh

Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt

I’m a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do

What I does

Everything 'bout my motherfuckin' Bloods

Yeah, huh, it’s 'bout us

And not a nan', not a thing get put above

Smoke a nigga boots, left his socks in the chimney

Keep the Glock aimed at a opp top in the bity

I’m the top opp, tell them lame niggas bome get me

You know Whop be done left your brains on your lil' sister

Nigga, yeah, bando a big-ass home

We both learned how to speak Spanish, we in that mode

El Chapo too, a Midget Mac with no backbone

Knock a letter off that nigga name on his headstone

Uh, piss on your big homie grave

Piss off the rest of your homies 'round this bitch not doin' a thing

Huh, paid for my ice, nigga never took a thing

And dealt with some snakes, should’ve never been in they lane

Ain’t gotta speak on the aftermath

'Cause every nigga involved with it felt pain right after that

Ye gon' flip the house in two days, he an acrobat

Nigga caught a Smitty in LA, he ain’t ask for that

Banned another nigga from my city, he ain’t been here since

I be in the state countin' cake, stay booked up there

Tried to clout chase 'bout a play, don’t make no sense

The main reason your boss ain’t fuckin' with you, actin' like he don’t care

For the last time, fuck a damn slime

I’m cap, say it every time it cross my—

I’m cap, I’ma say it every time it cross my mind

Know it’s that, I ain’t humble if you cross my line

Mari told me let you bitches know I stand on business, huh

Nigga tried to tag me out, I shot him in his pivot, huh

Caught a war wound, that’s why I been coverin' my finger

Lame nigga lost a leg, he can’t even linger, huh

If he just stayed a lil' bit longer, I’d be undefeated, huh

In my opinion, it’s a draw, I gave him what he needed

He ain’t get what he want, but we had both walked away bleeding

I mean he walked away limping, I hopped in the E-lade with my people, huh

Sick house in the 'burbs, ain’t show—

Sick house in the 'burbs, ain’t had to show my neighbors I’ll get even

That shit that happened in the A was two years ago, better not believe 'em

Got to know your baby still was out cold, I’m anemic, huh

Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like a lick, son

Nan' nigga off Earth ever treated me like he was a demon

Huh, nah, nigga, uh

Shoe was on the other foot, if I upped the gun, I’d’ve squeezed it

Huh, the FN that I had, that was they shit, huh

Never had no CC-dub that I could take with me

At the same time, still reach when they play with me

Did what the fuck I had to do so I could stay livin'

Ain’t no nigga pull no blick on me when I went next door

It was already out, I asked him, «What's that for?»

Huh

Not a goddamn thing, for sure, huh

Dumped the mag, drop another four for sure, huh

Like let me tell the truth while I’m up in this booth

Another nigga paid a nigga, didn’t have shit to do with Skub

Me and Wuan was in Miami by our damn self

Your ass wasn’t into this, I had to give them boys hell

But I ain’t cry for no pity, I just got busy

My family know just how the fuck I’m rockin', ain’t no bitch in me

Never got stripped, you can ask the bitch that was with me

Stood on my ten, you can ask my nigga Carlos Miller, huh

And free that goofy boy out them cells

Send his ass to heaven right after I give him hell

Huh, been got equal, over-even, put it on Maquell

Rest in peace to Frozonee and welcome home Lil Dell

Rest in peace to O Block, Lil Block, and BT

RIP to Lil Jaylen, Marciano, and Whites, BIP

Iced up with the pipes at the studio, VIP

Lil Blood go where I go, he don’t need ID, huh

Huh, we don’t— listen

We don’t, huh, party with the public, no way

Let a nigga ho me in person, no way

Go home, Roger, go away (Go home, Roger)

Just lame-ass, lyin'-ass, cappin'-ass, rappin'-ass niggas

Ain’t nobody ever performed no diss song while I was in the building

When I pulled up, them niggas was not in the building

I came a hundred deep, Skuba is not a civillian

I was testin' my might, tryna see how they was feeling

Fuck I need a dressing room for if I’m at the brib?

Playin' with my name at the crib, he not tryna live

Uh, I knew that and he know that

Huh, ain’t even got room for no jokes, huh

So tell me where the fuck some disrespect gon' go at

Do the exact same thing if I had the chance to go back

Huh, but I know it ain’t no time traveling machine

I’m too old for that, huh, I’m too grown for that, huh

I’m just sayin', I be right here where the poles at

Pop an opp, pop a Perc', nah, not no Prozac, duh

Soon as I get tired of a nigga, huh

I don’t need no help, I’m gon' slide on that nigga, huh, huh

Let me get him myself, huh

I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh

Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy nigga melt, huh

Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt

I’m a 55 nigga, 5L, fuck 12, I do