Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga (Fatality)
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
Money don't bring happiness, death bring out the best in him
I only feel happy when I'm covered up and buried bitch
Graveyard Gang a hit list
1333 or it's suicide or cyanide or Xanax and a pint of Tris
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
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Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga (Fatality)
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
Money don't bring happiness, death bring out the best in him
I only feel happy when I'm covered up and buried bitch
Graveyard Gang a hit list
1333 or it's suicide or cyanide or Xanax and a pint of Tris
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
Money don't bring happiness, death bring out the best in him
I only feel happy when I'm covered up and buried bitch
Graveyard Gang a hit list
1333 or it's suicide or cyanide or Xanax and a pint of Tris
Real homies don't exist, that's a fact nigga
Only demons in my clique, not you fag niggas
I don't put my word on shit, but the bag nigga
Everybody is depressed but I'm mad nigga
I don't want your pussy bitch, I want blood nigga
And my father was a Crip, f*ck a blood nigga
You ain't never on shit, run me up nigga
I'mma take your whole clip to the gut nigga
Writer: Saturn Coles
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