Real Talk - GD47

Mustard on the beat, hoe Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang Hopping out the Bentley Mulsanne, Eliantte chain swing I can make a bitch mood change, got it in my pocket, loose change I came from the bottom, I came from the mud I came from the street always road running, sometime' we ain't even sleep And I pray my niggas watching over me We stand for the streets, what it's supposed to be I lost a lot of people that was close to me Grab the dope out the car like it's groceries She say, "Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci" Put my dick on her neck like a Rosary I got control of me, these niggas don't know Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang, pfft, yeah A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist I'm big as it get', colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch Know that these niggas don't like me I know that these niggas don't like me Nigga, I been in the field, been toting my glizzy, doing high knees Mafia, mafia, millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust I told shorty, mind her business 'cause I came straight up out the Guinness Spent 100 at the dentist We ain't Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court I put that nigga right in a tennis Who you know designer down, fresh white tee? New Hellcat, I was a fresh '19 How a nigga felt rich without two Cs? Ain't nobody out-vibing me The number one, but I ain't try to be I told that bitch that there no lying to me You can play yourself, but ain't no trying with me Real talk, let's get straight to it I got diamonds in the face, yeah, yeah (yeah-yeah) No, these niggas don't walk how we walk They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest niggas, trying not to stay with the fakes Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Gang, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang, gang) Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah (trillest, yeah-yeah) Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang

Can we get real for a moment? You're my one and only friend Watch the sunset from your sedan Let your hand rest on mine I've lived in every town But here is where I find home My mind is open And my body is yours Show me the sign Please I was so sure, I was faulty And not able to love But then you crept up on me While I was dreaming Whispered love into my ear I've lived in every town But here is where I find home My mind is open And my body is yours Show me the sign If you're tired I can drive us We can go back To my place My mind is open And my body is yours Show me the sign My mind is open My mind is open Show me the sign Please

Prawdziwych bandziorów nie zobaczysz nigdy w klipach z bronią Dlatego ja rapuje, a oni się dalej gonią Nie wiesz o czym mówisz, kiedy tylko to widziałeś Bo żeby bajerować musiałbyś choć widzieć areszt Ten kolega, który zaraził mnie rapem już nie żyje Dopalaczy sznur oplatały jego szyje Co u moich ludzi? Jeden dostał 11 lat Z innym dawno nie nawijam, ale czasem mi go brak To jest pojebany świat, w którym żyje Wychowany pośród ulic, które plączą się jak żmije Nie śpię płaczę nocą, wersy piszę nocą Ten styl zawdzięczam pierdolonym blokom Śnieg sypie latem, tu mówią na niego coco Iluzja kręci światem, rozpierdala jak Mołotow Prawdy nie naprawi nawet budżetowy botoks Iluzja którą widzisz tutaj wybudza cię co noc To nie mafia, kartel, zorganizowana grupa Żadna gwardia, handel, na tej broni nie ma trupa Wasza banda i Kacper, reszta działa no i słucha Jak pukają to pamiętaj, że ci nie pomoże skrucha To nie mafia, kartel, zorganizowana grupa Żadna gwardia, handel, na tej broni nie ma trupa Wasza banda i Kacper, reszta działa no i słucha Jak pukają to pamiętaj, że ci nie pomoże skrucha Daj mi ogień, a poczujesz na parkingu etylina Kucharz gotuje składniki wita wita kokaina Wałki, dowody i fanty znowu walą jak lawina Ja nawijam o tym co jest kiedy policja kima Moi ludzie (ej) to nie żaden geng (ej) Stoi w bluzie, ale gotowy na beng, beng Nie jeden sprzęt zdobi ściany po piwnicy Trend rządzi na Youtube'ie, ale forsa na ulicy Do kaplicy niosą ciało tak się kończy dzieciak bunt Wcześniej grunt pod nogami gdzieś na twarzy z buta but Od grabarzy cud marzysz żeby mieć, ale nie wiesz Czy wydarzy ci się pech zamiast plaży pójdziesz siedzieć Mniej wiedzieć (ej) czasem lepiej mniej wiedzieć Zwiedź Ziemię, a zobaczysz jak jest nic nie mieć Gnić w glebie albo śnić i tlić Jak mam tu żyć skoro nawet ateista niesie krzyż To nie mafia, kartel, zorganizowana grupa Żadna gwardia, handel, na tej broni nie ma trupa Wasza banda i Kacper, reszta działa no i słucha Jak pukają to pamiętaj, że ci nie pomoże skrucha To nie mafia, kartel, zorganizowana grupa Żadna gwardia, handel, na tej broni nie ma trupa Wasza banda i Kacper, reszta działa no i słucha Jak pukają to pamiętaj, że ci nie pomoże skrucha

On them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk Some people look at me as the real talk of New York I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front In somethin' that you seen and you want But otherwise I'm cool with it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it Everybody's gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets And you know you ain't like that but you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the C's When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's I can see through 'em, ya tents are too light Every sentence you write is far from the truth You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the proof And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our grill But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the deal You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you Ya' hood sayin' don't come back Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't come back Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser? 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like Trynna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like Jiving like you blow stacks But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next Without security, you like unprotected sex You ain't never fingered a trigger All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga If real recognize real, you'd be a John Doe You livin' in a closet but call it a condo I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans Nah, I think it's these hip hop con mans Studio gangstas is played out now This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me Get in the way you could get yourself shot Fuck the cops, you on my block Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga 1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk 1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk It's really really really really real talk