This is a song about "Real nigga don t beef"

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

Run for cover and return fire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Our children must be taught, of africa

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

They claim it as their own, africa

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,