Sada Baby - In Real Life lyrics

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Sada Baby - In Real Life lyrics

[Intro] Whoop (Sangre grande, sangre grande) Huh Huh, huh, huh, I get tired Tired, huh Hmm, tired Uh (I got tracks on this) [Chorus] Huh, soon as I get tired of a ni**a, huh I don't need no help, I'm gon' slide on that ni**a, huh, huh Let me get him myself, huh I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy ni**a melt, huh Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt I'm a 55 ni**a, 5L, fu*k 12, I do [Verse] What I does Everything 'bout my motherfu*kin' Bloods Yeah, huh, it's 'bout us And not a nan', not a thing get put above Smoke a ni**a boots, left his socks in the chimney Keep the Glock aimed at a opp top in the bity I'm the top opp, tell them lamе ni**as bome get me You know Whop bе done left your brains on your lil' sister ni**a, yeah, bando a big-ass home We both learned how to speak Spanish, we in that mode El Chapo too, a Midget Mac with no backbone Knock a letter off that ni**a name on his headstone Uh, piss on your big homie grave Piss off the rest of your homies 'round this b*tch not doin' a thing Huh, paid for my ice, ni**a never took a thing And dealt with some snakes, should've never been in they lane Ain't gotta speak on the aftermath 'Cause every ni**a involved with it felt pain right after that Ye gon' flip the house in two days, he an acrobat ni**a caught a Smitty in LA, he ain't ask for that Banned another ni**a from my city, he ain't been here since I be in the state countin' cake, stay booked up there Tried to clout chase 'bout a play, don't make no sense The main reason your boss ain't fu*kin' with you, actin' like he don't care For the last time, fu*k a damn slime I'm cap, say it every time it cross my— I'm cap, I'ma say it every time it cross my mind Know it's that, I ain't humble if you cross my line Mari told me let you b*tches know I stand on business, huh ni**a tried to tag me out, I shot him in his pivot, huh Caught a war wound, that's why I been coverin' my finger Lame ni**a lost a leg, he can't even linger, huh If he just stayed a lil' bit longer, I'd be undefeated, huh In my opinion, it's a draw, I gave him what he needed He ain't get what he want, but we had both walked away bleeding I mean he walked away limping, I hopped in the E-lade with my people, huh Sick house in the 'burbs, ain't show— Sick house in the 'burbs, ain't had to show my neighbors I'll get even That sh*t that happened in the A was two years ago, better not believe 'em Got to know your baby still was out cold, I'm anemic, huh Nan' ni**a off Earth ever treated me like a lick, son Nan' ni**a off Earth ever treated me like he was a demon Huh, nah, ni**a, uh Shoe was on the other foot, if I upped the gun, I'd've squeezed it Huh, the FN that I had, that was they sh*t, huh Never had no CC-dub that I could take with me At the same time, still reach when they play with me Did what the fu*k I had to do so I could stay livin' Ain't no ni**a pull no blick on me when I went next door It was already out, I asked him, "What's that for?" Huh Not a goddamn thing, for sure, huh Dumped the mag, drop another four for sure, huh Like let me tell the truth while I'm up in this booth Another ni**a paid a ni**a, didn't have sh*t to do with Skub Me and Wuan was in Miami by our damn self Your ass wasn't into this, I had to give them boys hell But I ain't cry for no pity, I just got busy My family know just how the fu*k I'm rockin', ain't no b*tch in me Never got stripped, you can ask the b*tch that was with me Stood on my ten, you can ask my ni**a Carlos Miller, huh And free that goofy boy out them cells Send his ass to heaven right after I give him hell Huh, been got equal, over-even, put it on Maquell Rest in peace to Frozonee and welcome home Lil Dell Rest in peace to O Block, Lil Block, and BT RIP to Lil Jaylen, Marciano, and Whites, BIP Iced up with the pipes at the studio, VIP Lil Blood go where I go, he don't need ID, huh Huh, we don't— listen We don't, huh, party with the public, no way Let a ni**a ho me in person, no way Go home, Roger, go away (Go home, Roger) Just lame-ass, lyin'-ass, cappin'-ass, rappin'-ass ni**as Ain't nobody ever performed no diss song while I was in the building When I pulled up, them ni**as was not in the building I came a hundred deep, Skuba is not a civillian I was testin' my might, tryna see how they was feeling fu*k I need a dressing room for if I'm at the brib? Playin' with my name at the crib, he not tryna live Uh, I knew that and he know that Huh, ain't even got room for no jokes, huh So tell me where the fu*k some disrespect gon' go at Do the exact same thing if I had the chance to go back Huh, but I know it ain't no time traveling machine I'm too old for that, huh, I'm too grown for that, huh I'm just sayin', I be right here where the poles at Pop an opp, pop a Perc', nah, not no Prozac, duh [Chorus] Soon as I get tired of a ni**a, huh I don't need no help, I'm gon' slide on that ni**a, huh, huh Let me get him myself, huh I got old choppers sittin' on the shelf, huh Waitin' on they turn to make a pussy ni**a melt, huh Heavyweight champ in my hood, got the belt I'm a 55 ni**a, 5L, fu*k 12, I do