Lil' Flip - Real n***as lyrics

[Lil' Flip] Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right I hustle day to day and night to night Cause I'm tryna get paid awright Y'all don't know about my rap wars Alotta rappers use my name Just so they can have the stores off the chain But ain't nobody feelin' that sh** You on ya fifth tape n***a where's ya hit No skits on my sh** I got sh** that's heated Everytime I do sh** you know sh** be complete It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain Iced out yellow rocks in the middle Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad I used to have go half on my lunch money Now I got a money machine that help me count my money I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real [Will Lean] Yeh, say, I don't need your money On the block n***as still got weed and money Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw On the highway I'm still buckin' the law f** that I'll never be duckin' the law I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil From H-Town, straight to A-T-L We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies I'm takin' shots, a n***a goin' all out And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a f**in' wall out You better back back, you better back up Before I make this f**in' mack act up And take ya dome out, n***a I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga I'm from the town where n***as make ya lay it down Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds Last real n***as alive Clover G's, you ain't f**in wid me