Galilleo - Real G's Lyrics

Yo
Yeah
Listen
Let me tell you a little story
About a kid, a really brave kid
That wanted to provide for his family
For his mom, make her comfortable you know
Give her some money
But he got caught up with some trouble
Listen

Yo
He was a cool motherf*cker packed a little nine
Said I'm waiting for the day that they gon pull mine
Living out in the streets, seeing crackheads on trips
Conversate with real G's but still holding the heat
He got real big dreams about living on hills
Acting on the low he won't let 'em know 'bout his schemes
And he saved couple of dollars, sold couple of pills
Conscience died a long time ago and now he got bills
So he went to the store, saw a mic at the window
He looked at the price and said I gotta sell indo
He went to the G's and he asked for a loan
I need 1800 for a mic and some more
If we'll give you all that, all that paper you ask
You got 25 days 'till you giving it back
If you late there's gon be interest, it's 200 dollars
If you'll give it back before keep them bucks in your pocket

Real G's
You don't wanna mess with real G's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling up trees under
This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers
Mess with Real G's
You don't wanna f*ck with OG's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves
We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

He just wanted to get over all the bullshit
Let alone dealing with all type of fools shit
Mama fiending for belonging in his drawers
Not the type of things that a grown kid will hold onto
Let's return to the topic of the loan too
He bought the mic and equipment for his songs
Who? Yeah that boy that all ever knew was struggle
Set the mic down get into that trouble
So he grabbed all the stories that he wrote
Beginning of the west side to the east coast
He said they'll never get mine feeling like a boss
Reminding me of Pac, was aware of all the flaws
He talked about the issues, that every country has
How rich and poor people is like the "good" and the "bad"
He asked his brother would you be the man in the chair for me?
He made a smirk and he asked where my chair homie?

Real G's
You don't wanna mess with real G's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling up trees under
This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers
Mess with Real G's
You don't wanna f*ck with OG's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves
We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

So they made couple of songs, released them as a mixtape
And luckily for them people came like insects
Wanted to see the kid he was the only topic
He saw the papers coming and he never tried to stop it
He gave his mama half the cash the other took for profit
Went over to the G's, reached in for his pocket
He said f*ck all you hoes I'm the boss now bitch
They shit his ass dead left the body in the street

Real G's
You don't wanna mess with real G's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling up trees under
This little gat is nothing but a status for my peers
Mess with Real G's
You don't wanna f*ck with OG's
Cock it back on LAPD's
Everyday we rolling our sleeves under leaves
We're fine as long as they won't find about our little schemes

Yeah
Hahaha
You ain't never know what them G's got
You know what I'm sayin man
You feel me
Don't ever mess with 'em
Sad shit
But that's just how it went
If only he stayed humble
That shit wouldn't have happened