Real Talk lyrics

[Intro]
But what that is?
Good Sense
Believe that

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
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 n*ggas who be dying for some info
f*ck my high school coach he had me on the bench though
Knowing I was that n*gga man he know a n*gga 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 n*gga in the hospital
You better do the getting, or you get got n*gga
I guess the saga continue
The same bullsh*t a n*gga uncle done been through
Smizz, them n*ggas can't do what we did
Get outta line then its off with his wig, bla
Hey but what that is?
Believe that
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
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 sh*t in def I'm too real they gotta cut a check
Standing where you buckled I ain't budging gotta come correct n*gga
Make a lot of money but we want respect n*gga
From a nothing to it all what do you expect n*gga
City on my back like a Jansport
I'm only getting what I stand for n*gga

[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Life
Kicks all f*cked 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 n*gga
Yeah, but everybody like "f*ck everybody" damn I'm like where the love n*gga
Clean n*gga though I got it out the mud n*gga
And here's a message to them f*ck n*ggas
Tell 'em I ain't never gave a f*ck, n*gga
I'm from a city where them boys will lay you down like a rug n*gga
Feeling like a diamond in the rough n*gga
Hell nah I ain't got, I can't judge n*ggas
No, I tour the world with a 38 snub nose
n*ggas shooting choppas like a drum roll
Cold killas they'll bring it to your front door
Block a n*gga'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 n*gga, mayday
I'm trying to hit the lotto like [?]
I promise my girl we take a vay-cay
Running this sh*t no relay
A n*gga 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