R S N Songtext
von Bobby Shmurda

Street nigga
Streets (streets, streets)
Street nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real street nigga
I came from the bottom of the bottom, took a lot of shit (real street nigga)
I came from the trenches and the crackers at the bottom, yeah (real street nigga)
I done seen a whippin′ brick and hit the lot of it (real street nigga)
I done seen a nigga call his bitch while gettin' robbed (real street nigga)
Ain′t nobody fuckin' with me, I ain't with the politics (real street nigga)
And I got two .7s in the chopper in the car (real street, grrah)
Said she see the print, I told that bitch that it′s a lot of it (real street nigga)
′Til I gotta fuck you with the condom in my drawers (real street nigga)


And you know that I'm the God, beg my pardon
Hold my fuckin′ cock, all my niggas dark
I'ma pop on y′all niggas, tough, since when y'all niggas hard?
Now, get up, ′fore we knock you off, shot him, then I'm gone
Then it's on, she gon′ give me y′all, she gon' give me hugs
Get the wall, she gon′ get it all, she gon' get it tall
If she crawl, she gon′ get a belly, 'fore she even walk
And my dawgs, they gon′ get it all, just for layin' low

Real street nigga
I came from the bottom of the bottom, took a lot of shit (real street nigga)
I came from the trenches and the crackers at the bottom, yeah (real street nigga)
I done seen a whippin' brick and hit the lot of it (real street nigga)
I done seen a nigga call his bitch while gettin′ robbed (real street nigga)
Ain′t nobody fuckin' with me, I ain′t with the politics (real street nigga)
And I got two .7s in the chopper in the car (real street, grrah)
Say she see the print, I told that bitch that it's a lot of it (real street nigga)
′Til I gotta fuck you with the condom in my drawers (real street nigga)