Digga D – Life Of A Real G (Freestyle) Lyrics


Life Of A Real G (Freestyle) Lyrics by Digga D


Fuck them old spinners and them rusty shotguns
You know it’s fresh semi automatic hand guns, you get me?
We want it from the high power, the grand power
SK, AK, we outside all day, you get me?
Up close and personal, head shots point blank
Go home and watch off the jail cell

Half a milly watch box, winter time, drop tops
Million pound convoy got the whole strip locked off
Urus Cullinan, G Wagon, SVRs
All I gotta do is point and likkle man will make it blast
Top shelf, Cali weed, good white bangin’ B
Man will switch randomly, and leave him as a casualty
Bad bitches, BBL’s, nothin’ but freaky girls
Had to swap the fizzy for the glizzy ’cause we needed shells
Emerald cut diamonds, Cuban chains shinin’
Time in confinement, razor blades slicin’
Touch road, done loads, you know I breached license
Done a recall my people was getting spice in
10K in Wandsworth, accounts gettin’ hot now
DST spun the G, now A wings pop down
Ever popped a paigon and left his face chopped out?
You ain’t never made the whole jail go on lockdown

You get me, real fuckin’ savage
Get this ting fuckin’ twisted
Youngest richest littest n**** in my fuckin’ city
Next generation, you know the fuckin’ vibes
Free the guys, free all the lifers
Free the shooters, free the knifers
Real fuckin’ G’s in this thing, you get me?
CGM, you know the vibe, suck your mother

CGM, SSK, 3rd set, will let it spray
Stonebridge are heavyweights
Toxteth n***** getting paid
Real side of Camden, Peckwater, Cumbo
Anytime I give Drillz a drop, yo he’s on go
Lower Tulse, 67, chillin’ with a big weapon
Birmingham, if you’re on to Tallerz then I’m chin checkin’
Jigga’s fresh home, moving loose, told them “Take time”
Bluwuu, you know I fuck with A9
Jojo, Eman, free the whole Rayners
Never have I seen an LA yute without his shavers
Homerton, Holly Street, **** is a proper neek
Any time I see a **** yute, it’s getting poppin’ G
The real side of Bush, West Drayton and Hayes town
Any time I see a **** yute, he’s gettin’ laid out
You ain’t never sat outside a crib on a stake out
Hit a hundred grand lick and had to skate out