Kidd Kidd - Real sh** (All On Me) lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd:] It's all on me, I do my dirt on my lonely See most n***as fake and phoney How my child gon eat? Me and my dog riding on me My mom kick me out Where I'm s'posed to sleep? Everything on me, since you want to put the blame on me f**ing shame on me Let it rain on me, that's on me You're h*mo's, you're not my homie First you was dickriding, now you riding on me It's an A and B thing, C a way out my scene Now all eyes on me Weezy sat me down like this how it's gon be We gon lock it down, slowly but surely And you can count on me See they waiting for the day that I sleep See that's the day I'm a seep Don't hold your nuts on me Being p**y is something I ain't gon be I'm 9th Ward, scarred hard Take it or leave it, or let me take an Aleve It's still all on you, like volume 2 BG See me DT in a GT Downtown as I'm G nice in a fresh white tee See I'm a gangsta, you a wa*ksta I'm a ridah, you just riding with her I ain't a black belt, but I pack kick, like kung fu Under the Gucci' black belt See I know what I'm bout Motherf** what your bout I know what I'm capable of... love, n***a Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth, lights out n***a, I'm a shooter, shooter yea I ride with the rider gang I got mine, don't make me catch you at that stop sign I used to chop dimes, co*k iron, pop nines, shots fired, cops flying My brunt, job done Can't stop the shine, stop trying You in the air, up there, better stop flying Can't stop lying than better you stop liming Before my goons put a stop to yo allowance My whole alliance, f** around the mid-range Steering wheel alignment Contract over ya head, yeah I signed it And my little n***as taking the a**ignment See these b**hes never shut they mouth These snitches never shut they mouth My n***as and they not in jail and they need they bail Who's gon get em out Ain't no telling when they getting out Me I've been off the porch Let off the leash, who the f** let him out Start running, Nutt coming Mom I'm thugging, as long as you love me I knew I was gon be something because we came from nothing I'm still a from the block, now they look around waiting to see me Coming up the block cause I'm coming with enough bases to supply my whole block Think I drew breeze the way I'm giving dome shots Yeah and I can't stop and I won't stop Unless I won't stop, I want the paper Like I'm wanted by the cops The generals salute me at the top and I ain't recruiting new n***as Cause all you rappers lie Like Fifty said man, get rich or die trying So you could get rich but it ain't stop you from dying Cause n***as still a snitch so ain't stop you from lying My trigger finger itching ain't no stopping me from firing Like Slim and Mack, can I ball, but Slim got k**ed and Mack behind bars Guess you find out who they really are when you really need em b**h wouldn't give me mouth to mouth just to keep me breathing Now they wanna run they mouth when they see me Run up to me, or run they mouth over who's seen me Say they was like janitors they won't see sh** I told em I was gon blow, you should've f**ed with me then Huh? damn... sh** real like that, yah know what I'm saying {Tunechi Guitar Solo} [Verse 2: Tunechi:] f**, my guitar coming Okay now Diesel start drumming And your toilet ain't clean enough for my sh** No hide and go seek b**h I'm it Yeah, and now's the time And my money old like wise LeBron But it's Young money and nows the time So check your watch like Nike wrist wear This year, and every year Young mula in your motherf**ing area f** a future mama, you are Miss Tonight And I'm Mr Right, now don't get left Young F, yeah that what they call me I like p**y in the night, the evening and the morning Yeah I'm ready to drill her but in the clutch I go downtown like Reggie Miller Now stop and pop Reggie, I'm too fast And I don't f** with you turtles now Rock Steady And BeBop I don't even claim to born I'm a d-boy, I d-block, I destroy any block From a treetop, pop pop, pop pop Put you b**hes in a box that make Laila Ali stop Tunechi!