R-Mean & Berner - Real Sh*t (ft. Chris Webby) - Lyrics
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R-Mean & Berner collaborate on the "Real Shit" song featuring Chris Webby.
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R-Mean and Berner have been slowly unleashing new music off of their joint project over the past few weeks.
Today, they're back with another one.
The pair teamed up with Chris Webby for their new single, "Real Shit" which we're debuting exclusively on HNHH today.
"Real Shit" is the latest record from R-Mean and Berner following the Styles P-assisted, "Mafia" and "On God" ft.
"When you travel with people you get to know someone on a deeper level.
Both Berner and Chris Webby have taken me on tour with them and it's been a blessing to get to know these brothers on a day to day basis passed just superficial artist to artist relationships," R-Mean said about the latest collab.
"I've learned a lot from both these guys by watching their independent grind and am continuously inspired by seeing how they've been able to become very successful financially as independent artists.
And I can proudly say I'm on a similar path now myself.
"Real Shit" talks about exactly that...
the hustle and the grind as an independent artist and/or hustler on a journey to get it poppin.
Shout out Stinje with the vintage nostalgic sounding beat!" R-Mean & Berner - Real Shit (ft.
Chris Webby) Lyrics.
Yeah This some mob shit Yeah from the Bay Area LA you already know what time it is They want that old shit, I been the same this whole time I can't lie, I'm really missing '09 Playing with the coke price They ain't got no stripes My diamonds get to dancing in the low light Yeah, you buy a bag still I grow mine My backyard is a goldmine That fuckshit irrelevant Crime is adrenaline I still get busy handle mine like a gentleman Louis V Letterman Gone off the sticky bun You got cash baby, give me some I'm still hungry Yeah I want it more than anyone R-Mean let me know when the Henny come I got a thick bitch, bust it open baby All the Covid shit been fucking with my mind lately I'm on the grind non-stop If they growing what I'm growing Ima buy the whole lot This that Real Shit Big bag crack a seal shit Independent yeah I got my own deal shit If I get a bag Ima move it real quick This that Real Shit baby This that Real Shit This that Real Shit Big bag crack a seal shit Independent yeah I got my own deal shit If I get a bag Ima move it real quick This that Real Shit baby This that Real Shit This that real shit Movements we gon' build quick This that R Dash & Bern Iron sharpen iron Stainless steel shit I be up at Cookies Melrose in some teal drip With these diamonds that be blinding have you on some Braille shit Paid my dues and showed you real grit Shouts to B-Real for no fucking reason except for being real, shit It's hard to keep up, I be smokin on my own pace Bern, I got the Henny, Nas just send us a whole case! Salute the God Ya'll be throwing them sevens I'm blessed to be in the presence of these legends soaking up lessons I'm respected by some GOATs Fuck whoever hates Opinions of some strangers? Fuck outta my face I don't deal with losers Only build with bosses Got some steal grip shooters That don't feel shit Cautious! I salute my brothers real quick Bern, I appreciate this opportunity and that's some real shit This that Real Shit Big bag crack a seal shit Independent yeah I got my own deal shit If I get a bag Ima move it real quick This that Real Shit baby This that Real Shit This that Real Shit Big bag crack a seal shit Independent yeah I got my own deal shit If I get a bag Ima move it real quick This that Real Shit baby This that Real Shit This sound like early 2000s, like I'm ridin' to Cam Purple Haze on replay, gettin' high in the van Back when me and the homies would throw down 5 on a gram Long before dispensaries controlled supply and demand Yea them simpler times, wish I could hit the rewind In that VHS machine that live in my mind Back when getting signed was the biggest dream that we had Now I'm signed to myself and I can see that they mad I get the bag yeah that Scrooge McDuck dough Excuse the gusto My dude I'm just so happy that I made it, Momma look at ya son go Watch the fans singing every word in the front row Just here with a blunt rolled and thinkin' 'bout life And that real shit the only shit I ever write So just hit me when you cookin R Berner bring that cookie jar And we gone show 'em how we took it far Real shit Berner