Yg - Really Be Lyrics
[Verse 1: YG]I woke up this morning, I had a bonerI went to sleep last night with no *****, nigga, I was a lonerI be going through shit, losin' *****es and homiesIf I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homelessMy moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enoughIf ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is *****edI swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too muchIf niggas want it, you're dead, what would you suggest?They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugsSince I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?I ride around with my gun, this is not for funI stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lungHad him on life support, where's the family support?He knew who shot him, but he ain't even show up in courtYeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, niggaThe homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga[Hook: YG]x2That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'[Verse 2: YG]Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'With a ***** that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'Like what *****es I *****ed, when, how and whereYou ain't my main ***** so why the ***** do you careThat's why *****es get *****ed, then turn around and get leftSomebody need to teach them less talk, more sexI'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessedWell, why the ***** do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit?Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke?Or say I ain't got it then buy my [?]Right up in your fake setup, ***** you up like some maceSo ***** your handout, give a young nigga some spaceGive a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's lacedSprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my faceThe snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his caseHoly shit, oh lawd, where is the world today?[Hook][Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]I smoke this industry shit, to me it's one big ass lickI walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga stripTell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fakeMeanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap moneyFour white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummyI'm on this tour bus and I'm *****ed up, I got a bad call, they killed [?]They killed Chad my big homie PupPuppy eyes in my face, bro, and I've really been drinkin'Why the ***** I've really been smokin'?What the *****, I'm the sober oneWhen I'm so stressed out I can't focusHideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes outSpeed past in the Cut-lass-me and little OchoAnd we young nigga hop out2 tears in a bucket, I feel like ***** itThat's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I knowAll alone, but I'm out here thoughCall my troops like vamonosI'm on this tour bus and I'm *****ed upI got a bad call, and it's all badOf OG with my OG and some OE, but the tall glass[Hook]
