Then cats be talkn bout real n*ggas dont fu*k with Ross like that like u speaking for every real n*gga when u neva met every real n*gga. Ima real n*gga and i fu*k with Ross. I fu*k with any n*gga thats helping another black man eat and live out their dreams. All this black on black sh*t is for the fu*king birds. anybody can murk sumthn. A bi*ch n*gga can k!ll just as easily as a certified G can k!ll. sh*t sad that Martin luther king died for the freedom of the ppl that dont even value the sh*t.
I ain't tryin to come at you but what you mean ur a real n*gga? You don't take no sh*t, you'll lay a n*gga down? Or are you the Loaded Lux version of a real n*gga (lux vs calicoe round 3)? I consider myself a real n*gga, but my definition is more like I don't care what anyone thinks of me, I don't mind having the unpopular opinion, and I have no problem admitting I'm not SuperThug. I've been in a situation where I almost had to k!ll someone (trying to rob me), robbed a business, got caught, did time and all that. I wouldnt hurt a fly unprovoked, and Im, the only n*gga I know who dont mind playing a good Pokemon hack on my phone. I ain't no suburb n*gga neither, but one of my favorite songs ever is Bittersweet Symphony. Now since I admitted I like sh*t no one else would, does that make me a real n*gga? I keep it one with myself and spread it on to others, and so what if they don't agree? To me that's as real as can be. Once again I ain't tryina come at you, but that n*gga Drake send me on a "real n*gga" quest, he's always saying that sh*t.
Edit: that "bi*ch n*gga can k!ll" sh*t is so true. I had this one dude I was cool with, I seen this n*gga get bi*ched a couple times. Anyway Im walkin home late night one night, no weapon, and I hear then see him come out a screen door behind me, flickin a knife. I always go with my gut so I speed up a lil so I can get to my ratchet (around the corner). He speeds up but not quick enough. I get in my crib and lock my screen right quick, he comes up my steps talkin bout could he hold a bag. Told him no. Pressed up on him the next day with when he didn't have a weapon, and he denied it through and through. I dapped him up, moved close and whispered so no one else would hear "you try me like that again and I'll k!ll you". He just nodded. Now he's locked up for smackin a white lady with a brick in a robbery.