Rude Max - Not A Real Homie lyrics

What up dude, you know who it is I'mma tell you something while i'm rolling on this fizz This is f**ed up, you know what it do Everyone i know is now pointed at you Nothing you do will be ever, ever, ever right I'm racing to the end, the finish lines in sight My life is gone, now my world went wrong I take another hit from the marijuana bong And blow the smoke out, what do you say When everyone in hell looks at you the wrong way And blames you for everyones misfortune Grab a bag of powder and please start snorting This is f**ed up cause my life is too I'm sorry to say, but homie f** you You betrayed me in the end and told me lies But i guess you didn't think before you cut our ties (CHORUS) Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing Yeah f** you this ain't another party song I got a lot of problems when you do me wrong You ain't got sh** to say then you better start walking You better not talk sh** or i will start clocking Hunt you down in the middle of the zoo Come so fast you'll see me times two man Why did you have to go and leave for that who*e I thought we were friends i guess she meant more But nothing could take me away from my hell You saw me in the depth but you could hear me yell So you just picked up and peace out fast Before you were to blame for my suicidal blast And i will outlast, you and all the haters If you don't like this, then man i'll see you later I really need help, i'm on the edge of slipping And i'm tripping from the f**ed up sh** you're always flipping (CHORUS) Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing I've got friends but you ain't mine b**h You ain't nothing but a f**ing police snitch You got nothing better to do then squeal and talk So when i got busted i was watched like a hawk 2 times 3 is 6 years mother f**er We used to be bros now you are just a dick s**er I don't wanna diss or talk sh** about you But i'm pissed off and i'm speaking the truth You lost your life when you went to war with me But what did it prove, i'm too friendly And people love and me, and diss on you I had your back, but now its all on you You got bounty hunters hunting you down And i'm never gonna stop until you're buried in the ground So come on mother f**er you did me wrong So i dedicate to you this whole f**ing song (outro) Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing left Real homes always ride till d**h But i guess we're done, we've got nothing