DJ Khaled - Shout Out To The Real Lyrics:
(Meek Mill)
Free Boosie real ni**a
In the jail standing tall like shaquille ni**a
i just was there i know how you feel ni**a
its like a full time job not to kill ni**as
had my hood hating i done came up
i dont know if its the money or the fame stuff
got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
got on all my jewelry since they wanna see me chained up friends turn to foes when you in a rolls
model bitches turn to hoes cuz a ni**a froze
got them people taking pictures love the ni**a pose
cuz i paid for reading scripts spitting getting shows
popping bottles it sound like im mack ten phantom be so big be when i back in i dropped a quarter millie on an aston and i aint got an album out i got these ni**as wild n out im gone
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real ni**as (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
Im popping bottles with my real ni**as
Its like a full time job not to kill ni**as
(Ace Hood)
Bought a chopper for my problems that banana type
seen a mill and now its hard for me to sleep at night
im the type to flood the rollie like its new orleans
bet it all my ni**as ball like im mr clean from the bottom to the top i made it out the gutta 17 on every scene i need my bread and butta used to run the streets but now im running every summer right back on my bull shit like a chicago lover still im jumping out that phantom with my cocky ass know they hating i just tell them kiss the paper tags still be with them pretty bitches save with stacey dash plus my rollie cost me 80 thats gon make them mad free my ni**as locked free my ni**as caged f**k the system yeah you know we on the same page ni**as love it when you drowning in that water dawg hate to see a ni**a shining like some marmaro loyalty over royalty thats my common law we the best the logo and im with my f**king boss he just tell me murder ni**as im thinking holocaust still the hottest youngin in it what you ni**as thought
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real ni**as (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
Im popping bottles with my real ni**as
Its like a full time job not to kill ni**as
(Plies)
they took a half of m ni**a out the bank ni**a
If you want it with me pussy ni**a blink ni**a
And I put that red dot right where you think ni**a
Hood ni**a still wearing cuban linx ni**a
Im on the ave. ni**a riding in a cutlass
You that talking ni**a, you know you a pussy
A real ni**a, real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this aint what you want, bitch
30 mil ?
Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real ni**as
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel ni**a
And we some kids to tell you that we the real ni**a
And they aint telling none of my young ni**a to chill, ni**a
We all shooters, ni**a, and all us on the pills ni**a
Aint got a yacht, but ni**a the size of Shaquille, ni**a
And before you try anything you better write your will, ni**a
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real ni**as (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
Im popping bottles with my real ni**as
Its like a full time job not to kill ni**as

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