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mac mase - realest whiteboys in the game lyrics

[verse: mac mase]
we don’t run from nothing
realest white boy in the game besides my cousin
i could have a milli in the bank and still be thuggin’
put that money on your body like i’m puffy
1 of 1, probably won’t admit it until i’m gone
this my real life, this not a song
even when i’m wrong i find a way to make it right
everybody wants this life until it’s time to pay the price
i don’t waste no drink that’s what grandpa taught me
you ain’t up 100k, then we cannot be
sold so many drugs but i still miss the rush
it’s been h+lla years but i can still hit the plug
broke up with my b+tch but she still gonna let me f+ck
broke up with my b+tch but she still gonna eat the nut
i’m number 1 up on her list because that b+tch be f+cking duds
i do want i want, b+tch i got it out the mud
i could take a 5 and turn that b+tch into a 10 (watch me)
i could take his head and separate it from his chin
if we locked in that means i’ve got you forever
they ask me when i’m finna let them stop me, never
look dope dealing got me everything they said i couldn’t have
what you doing, half a key a week, boy them rookie stats
i can’t stop getting money
nervous selling drugs and got popped for the money, i’m a criminal
mama i’m sorry i let you down
never made excuses for nothing, i won’t make them now
run up on me wrong off in vallejo, d+mn
what’s up with that sh+t you was talking, say it now
tell the d.a. we ain’t going easy he gonna have to work
tell them go and get their witnesses before we get ‘em first
richer than a judge know that got their pride hurt
i’m gonna be a real one until they throw me in the dirt (let’s go)
[verse: matty boy]
we don’t run from nothing
realest white boy in the streets besides my cousin
how many cowards in this rap game, i see dozens
it wouldn’t rap up in my county, i had us buzzing (faim)
free my little cousin still locked down inside that federal
said the homie banging f, now he got a federal hold
walk into the room feel the presence of a gangster b+tch
swore allegiance to them letters never would i ever switch
thought i’d let a psycho, knew i wouldn’t do that b+tch
conscious started tweaking so you know i had to flip the switch
had that cannon going in, outside of that liquor store
all these tattoos on my body, need to take that literal
mama know i ain’t scared, know that women raised me right
to be the gangster that she made me in the streets or doing life
i got beefs, still ain’t settled
sh+t don’t even bother me
i’m in the streets actively, y’all on the porch bullsh+tting
my father really k!lled himself, know what that sh+t did to me
visions of the pearly gates, my dad did h+lla abandon me
all cap, i love my dad, i’d go to h+ll to get him back
your big homie ain’t on sh+t pooba wouldn’t shoot the strap
we are not the same i love the thrill you need the cain
been to places to cop dope you couldn’t see without a plane
easy, let the clowns do the work
when we all get together watch these b+tches go bazerck
they stole from his mama, his mama found out
circled up his spot and drug his ass up out the house
started beating dude, blood almost took his life
stuck his hands in boiling water blood he didn’t even fight
told his mama just to k!ll him, not to life with all that guilt
and i was on my way to juvie for some blood that i done spilt
this is real life

- mac mase lyrics

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