Real Talk

Lyrics

[Verse] Is it the Trues or the Buffs? Or the shoes or the on the truck? I don't know, but niggas hating, the hoes choosing to fuck Plus the thirty pointers, got the screws loose on the buffs Stay low and maintaine, you know the rules when you up Two phones off the hook, one phone, it was a bitch The other phone, it let me know if they made it home with that shit Every night I pray to God, I make it home and that's it We ain't on the same page, go head, on with that shit I was thirteen, at my old school with no tims Begging Uncle C [?] old school to take the twins home Now I'm twenty two, old school with new ryms on Finna touch down , I pray I make it to the end zone Chetter Grove nigga, came up on the six I remember [?] came up on the lick Made it happen on my own, ain't nobody gave me shit And I was doing all this, before I ever made a trip Let me tell y'all some shit, 'bout a bitch I met a while back Seen her at the mall, and I thought the bitch was all that Got the bitch pregnant, I don't see how I allow that I love my son to death, but I wish I could take it all back Crazy ass bitch, did some shady ass shit Only time we need to talk is 'bout the baby, that's it Bitch, you can't be that sick, how you gon' take my son from me? Bitch, you know you wouldn't be shit, if it weren't for me Blowing up my phone, I was on my to Sacks Fifth Talking 'bout she need a lone, til her income tax check I wouldn't give a fuck, if you was sleeping on a mattress In a house full of roaches, I'ma treat you like the next bitch Taking me to court, fuck it, put me on child support I'll do whatever, just to give my only child support Going through some shit, and I love my baby mom of course But bitch, you got a son, you still acting like you five or more I remember days when we was fucking on the same couch Used to fuck you real good, and make you say my name loud Shit make me mad, I wanna blow a nigga brains out But I'm hurting so bad, and I just gotta get the pain out Son [?] become a young man Nd I'm telling you, even though you too young to understand Don't depend on nobody, you wanna come up with some bands? Find a crew of loyal niggas, and y'all come up with a plan Make sure you stay in school, follow the rules and go through with life I can't tell you what to do, but I just pray you do it right No matter what happen, make sure you stay true for life But it's OK to make a mistake, but don't be foolish twice Gang how it go, I ain't gon' tell you nothing wrong Just listen to me, son, it ain't gon' take me that long If you fucking with these hoes, make sure you keep a strap on And make sure your money right, before you take her back home It's a few things you need to know, in case I ain't around You can get the code to the safe, in case I ain't in town When you handle business, make sure it ain't a snake around Cause niggas snitching now a days, you'll have to lay them down This the last thing, when you going shopping at the set Make sure you hit the Louis store, and cop a couple belts When you hit Neiman Marcus, buy Pradas off the shelf Tell Mark you my son, you might cop them for the less When your mama talking, just hear what she gotta say Shit don't happen overnight though, son, you gotta pray If you in a situation, and you feel you ain't safe Just play this song back, mynigga, you will be straight