Real Talk

[Hook x2]

Every word I spit be real talk

Every time I get at your bitch it's real talk, you heard, nigga

Chicks be losing it, thick bricks, we moving it

Straight up and down, y'all niggas knowing how we doing it

[Verse 1]

I'm a real nigga, no gimmicks, no mimmicks in the image

No blemish in the rocks, no linage

Dope sprinters on the block, low chemist

You get my scrimmage on the block, no spinage

You get popped, shot [?] on the top, [?]

Dropped to an ambulance, cop with low manners

Nigga that roll spinach in the box so finished

Spray y'all way with AR's and AK's

Have niggas yelling out ''make days or make way''

Keep the fucking heat on my back like Jamai-cai

Funny style ass sweet nigga, you been gay

You clack from the rear, you acting in fear

Your whole crew shoot, nigga, that's why I clap at your peers

When I ain't talking food I'm talking apples and beers

[?] make your adam's apple appear

Make no mistake about it, Big Apple in here, you hear?

[Hook]