YG ‘4Real 4Real’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
Since being tapped as a member of XXL's 2011 Freshman class, YG has graduated to star status, piling up hit records and show-stealing guest spots while solidifying himself as one of the strongest voices out of the West coast. With three critically acclaimed albums under his belt—most recently his 2018 effort, Stay Dangerous—YG returns with 4Real 4Real, which finds the Bompton rep expanding his sound while creeping toward mogul status.
Initially intended to be a surprise release, the death of close friend and frequent collaborator Nipsey Hussle caused YG to push the album back in a show of respect, as well as to allow himself time to mourn. Announcing the album's forthcoming release earlier this month, YG made sure 4Real 4Real was worth the wait, servicing fans with another quality body of work right in time for the summer.
Featuring guest appearances from Meek Mill, Ty Dolla $ign, Tyga, DaBaby, G-Eazy, Boogie, Kamaiyah, Valee, Arin Ray, Day Sulan, Jon Z, Mitch, RJMrLA, Rose Gold, and Safe, 4Real 4Real includes multiple collaborative efforts. On the production tip, 1-O.A.K., Corbett, Cronkite, CuBeatz, DJ Swish, GYLTTRYP, Hit-Boy, Lil Rich, Musik MajorX, Mustard, Tariq Beats, TnTXD and Yung Tago are among the boardsman to contribute to 4Real 4Real, which may the most musical album of the 4Hunnid general's career.
With YG's latest collection being hot off the press and the premier drop of this week's releases, XXL dives deep into the album to highlight 20 lyrics from 4Real 4Real that are sure to capture your attention.
"I’m tellin' you, I'm not preachin', I’m not Ma$e in this shit/I'm really Westside, I catch a case for this shit/Let the marathon continue, it's not a race with this shit/And I ain't even have no old heads to lace me with shit/All my homies gang but now they changin' and shit/I mean, it's still gang gang but now they makin' some chips" —YG
"This ain't no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck Nicotine/Lookin' like the West every time I hit the scene/Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh/'Pac ain't the only motherfucker with the juice/Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too/You think about the West, it's me and Nip, red and blue" —YG
"I came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade/I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise/I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze/I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze/No, I'm not a water boy, nigga, I'm in the game/Put some money on your head, 20 piece, chump change" —YG
"Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot/She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot/Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock/You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots/You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater/You niggas penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper/I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator/I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava" —YG
"Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I'm a leader/If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him/I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a fucking hyena/Got it out the mud, you can't dirty 'cause you a diva/Lil Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no fucks/YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck" —YG
"I'm in the dark like, 'Fuck you, pay me'/I need my hundreds dark blue like the Yankees/Slowly, losin' my focus/Need a bitch in a Benz, not a Ford Focus/I'm in the dark, I don't trust you, I'm totin'/YG on bullshit, you already knowin'" —YG
"Hey mamacita, hey mamacita, hey/Drip too hard, don't drown on this wave/She told me to handcuff her, give her no escape/Bad lil' haina, puta behave/Red lipstick, black outliner on it/You be leavin' clues when we fuckin' and you're blowin'/You want a real nigga who got real shit in motion/I want me a Wilhelmina bitch to bust it open" —YG
"I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away/Type of nigga so bitch, he should put 'bitch-made' on his license plate/From that real shit you bitch niggas play hide and seek/Me and bitch niggas, we don't conversate/Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate/But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight/You got fear in your heart so you cooperate/I can't stand how bitch niggas operate" —YG
"Ayy, I don't want no rap beef/'Cause I'm really gon’ slide, check my rap sheet/Ayy, so think twice before attacking me/I'ma pull a gun out, I ain't gon' run, I ain't no athlete/You count the next man's pockets/You fall, pillow talking to that bitch, she a hoe, you know she ours/I hate a bitch nigga, I hate a bitch nigga, I swear to God/I don't know what's worse, bitch niggas or alcohol" —YG
"I was on my bag and that just put me into shape/'Cause I was givin' way to be the one that motivates/I was in the hood when that shit happened in the gates/No, let me stop, 'cause shit that's still an open case, uh/I can't do no leash with it/Most my women free spirits/So-and-so, 'How he hit it?'/Fuck it, I'm gon' remix it" —Boogie
"Young Keshia, so fly, so diva/So wise, so eager, so hot, high fever/Everybody in the hood wanna taste her, she was teasin'/Everybody thought they had a chance with it, she wasn't easy/She knew the Earth was made of dirt/Daddy wasn't around but she knew her worth/You ain't have to tell her cross her legs when she wore a skirt/Life goal's to be a lawyer or a nurse" —YG
"Whatever you wanna do, just put your mind to it and do it/Calculate your steps, draw your blueprint, get to it/Find some helpin' hands that's gon' contribute to your movement/'Cause anything is possible, just look at me, I proved it/Focus on improvement, results, no excuses/Stick to the script, know your vision, never lose it" —YG
"And it feel like the walls closing and pray to/Allah, hoping that/When he go to court, that the feds don't open it/Fake niggas putting up, 'Free you' when they be posting it/But ain't no money orders in the mail when you open it/My young boy was toting that Glock, high off them opiates/Killed his dawg about some shit that wasn't appropriate" —Meek Mill
"We always talk about how these niggas talk about/They got bread and they'll knock a nigga' head/This nigga fell off, he bang the blue, he bang the red/And how what's-his-name from high school locked up in the feds, yeah/Real down-to-earth, solid bitch/Fuck Donald Trump, the only time we talk politics/We was 'bout to vibe like some spiritual monopolists/I made sure she was good so she knew who I was rockin' with" —YG
"Yeah, I hustled for that little money I gave ya/And you gon' turn around and give it to your dude just like that?/I was always talkin' 'bout how cute your ass was/Them looks is deceivin' if you movin' like that/Yeah, you cute on the outside, ugly on the inner/I was really fucked up, I couldn't eat lunch or dinner/Is this karma? 'Cause I'm a sinner for what I did last December/This ice cold like the winter, man this shit give me the shivers" —YG
"I used to go soft, now I'm hard/'YG can't rap', Bitch, I got bars/I'm a rich nigga, swipe the credit card/Fuckin' with a stripper, she a star, ayy/Forward progress, I don't backtrack/That's my old life, audible, I'm passed that/Fashion Nova, girl, you ratchet, tryna be seen in that/And plus I heard my rapper friend be beatin' that" —YG
"I'm feelin' good, feelin' great/I'm feelin' good, feelin' great/'Bout to go to church like Ma$e/From the hood, I escaped/From the hood, I escaped/So I do my dance every day/I'm just another nigga with some liquor in his liver/I'm aggressive off the drank, just a little, I admit it" —YG
"You see the highlights of a life was not as a teen/Baby girl was homeless, had a nigga thuggin' in the streets/18, runnin' plays in the streets, dealin' with them weirdo niggas/In-between family wasn't no real love she ever seen/Head beat, mentally depressed, baby was not what she seemed/Always gleam, kept a smile on the face, avoid the questioning/Even though apparent how she moved, she done seen some things/Prolly had some dreams, diminished by the luck of things" —Day Sulan
"Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga/I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga/I'm bringin' real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga/You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol" —DaBaby
"I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I'm cookin' with her/She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin' dinner/Two hours later, you on IG takin' pictures with her/Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that's breakfast in bed/Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared/You play with me, you gotta go, I ain't gotta say it/I pull it out, bitch, I'ma blow, so watch how you play it" —DaBaby