song by Mr. Finley
That's real shit lyrics

That's real shit
Real shit
Real shit
My nigga, that's real shit
Real shit
That's real shit
My nigga, that's real shit.

They say you can't keep a real nigga down long
Is that right?
Go and tell that shit to the homies locked down
That ain't coming home, with no commissary, no damn phone
And that's life, the story of a lot of my niggas
Same old sad song
And they wonder why I'm this way
Well, I'll tell you
You put trust in a motherfucker, motherfuckers always fail you
So I learned not to expect shit
Except shit to go my way
And when it don't I go sideways
I go a-wall for four, five days before I hurt someone
I'm working on my temper
But I swear the world is working on my temple
My nigga, it'll make you wanna murk someone
And I wish I could remember when it was all so simple
But it was never at all so simple, was it?
I reply it wasn't, cause it really wasn't
I had it hella hard, which was half as hard as half of my cousins
Now I go twice as hard cause my life was hard
And half of y'all wasn't
I live a thug life, I should tat that shit to my stomach.

So I roll up and I ride out
I ain't none these bitch ass niggas
These niggas, they hide out
Not me, I load up and I ride out
I ain't stunting these bitch ass niggas
They ain't what I'm about
And that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
My nigga, that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
Real shit
Hell yeah, my nigga, that's real shit.

Finely

They say the good niggas always die young
And I hate that
Lot of real ones gave they life and it ain't no trade backs
And I say that to say this, I can't quit
If I do Imma end up just like them, same shit
So I peel off like paint chips on the highway
Gotta take trips so I die paid with a space ship
Fuck working that slave ship, Imma keep doing my vaguest
Treating bad hoes like they ain't shit, cause they ain't shit
I don't understand your language if it ain't cash
It's Spanglish, I live fast and dangerous
All I know is gangstas, I been going through changes
I don't really see the same shit, well I do
But I'm almost certain I don't see that shit the same as you
So I came to do what I came to do and get the fuck on
I don't need no new friends, probably just something to fuck on
I put in my 2 cents tryna get a buck back
And Imma do everything but quit
Hell no, fuck that, fuck that

So I roll up and I ride out
I ain't none these bitch ass niggas
These niggas, they hide out
Not me, I load up and I ride out
I ain't stunting these bitch ass niggas
They ain't what I'm about
And that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
My nigga, that's real shit
That's real shit
That's real shit
Real shit
Hell yeah, my nigga, that's real shit.