Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Talk, artist - Young Roddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Talk |
| But what that is? |
| Good Sense |
| Believe that |
| Really was 16 when I bought my first whip though |
| I really had a semi on my hip though |
| I really had 16 in that clip though |
| That’s for them nosy niggas who be dying for some info |
| Fuck my high school coach he had me on the bench though |
| Knowing I was that nigga man he know a nigga been dope |
| Can’t hide the scars that show you what I been through |
| Flexing on every track word to Kimbo |
| Plotting on a mil' staring out this window |
| And on my block you smell that endo when the wind blow |
| Or see them young boys wheelie on they bicycle |
| Or see them young boys flexing in a rock rental |
| Shots ring another nigga in the hospital |
| You better do the getting, or you get got nigga |
| I guess the saga continue |
| The same bullshit a nigga uncle done been through |
| Smizz, them niggas can’t do what we did |
| Get outta line then its off with his wig, bla |
| Hey but what that is? |
| Believe that |
| Looking for me I’m probably chilling |
| Smoking something wicked thinking about a million |
| My uncle called me from the box and said I gotta kill it |
| And I just told him I’m gonna make up for the time he sitting |
| I’m real smart, know them banks may back fall |
| Keep a couple racks safe buried in the backyard |
| Next to the rusty clapper guarded by attack dogs |
| Call us on the let’s take a bet I never slack off ever yet |
| Neverless I’m at your neck like a sweater vest |
| Fam I give em pressure 'til they settle debts |
| my shit in def I’m too real they gotta cut a check |
| Standing where you buckled I ain’t budging gotta come correct nigga |
| Make a lot of money but we want respect nigga |
| From a nothing to it all what do you expect nigga |
| City on my back like a Jansport |
| I’m only getting what I stand for nigga |
| Life |
| Kicks all fucked up from walking in this flood water |
| Yeah, they got me feeling like tre young boys in the hood with this blood on me |
| Yeah, they keep it real man I’m trying to give hope I ain’t trying to be the |
| plug nigga |
| Yeah, but everybody like «fuck everybody» damn I’m like where the love nigga |
| Clean nigga though I got it out the mud nigga |
| And here’s a message to them fuck niggas |
| Tell 'em I ain’t never gave a fuck, nigga |
| I’m from a city where them boys will lay you down like a rug nigga |
| Feeling like a diamond in the rough nigga |
| Hell nah I ain’t got, I can’t judge niggas |
| No, I tour the world with a 38 snub nose |
| Niggas shooting choppas like a drum roll |
| Cold killas they’ll bring it to your front door |
| Block a nigga’s shine like Mutumbo |
| Yeah, I’m trapped in the hood trying to make an escape |
| They ask do I got what it take to be great |
| Hell yeah, as I take another shot to the face |
| That’s like saying Kobe can’t hit a fadeaway |
| I drop another bomb nigga, mayday |
| I’m trying to hit the lotto like |
| I promise my girl we take a vay-cay |
| Running this shit no relay |
| A nigga trying to shine for the DJ |
| I’m trying to eat cake like every day my B-day |
| Trapped in the hood trying to may an escape |
| They ask do I got what it take to be great |
| Hey, but what that is? |
| Believe that |