Real Talk Pt.2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't no killer but don't push me
You can call me anything you want, just make sure it ain't pus*y
Won't let them catch me lacking, I ain't trynna catch a bullet
I put that on my f*ckin' grave, You run up, I'mma pull it
You disrespect the squad then you out your f*ckin' mind
We c*ckin' them nines, the bullets is flyin' and n*ggas gon' end up dyin'
40 to his mouth, tell that f*ck n*gga be quiet
Tie is ass up and let them sit in the garage
I don't trust these n*ggas, it's just me, myself and Ruger
You better keep it cool cause I won't hesitate to do ya
Youngins in my clique and they all tryna be shooters
Not playin' with these n*ggas it's like they versus to computer
I keep one in the edge you better know that I'mma c*ck it
Cause b*tch I come from Cleveland, n*ggas out here ain't gon' box
I'm trynna keep my life so I ain't worryin' 'bout no cops
Keep my eyes open I ain't goin' out like Pac
Raised to be a savage I was just a little n*gga
Firm life thuggin', I rolled with a bunch of killers
Swimming with the sharks and in the jungle with Gorillas
So if you got a problem you can solve it with this trigger
R.I.P to T.John, R.I.P to Joe
Only like 16, but my young n*ggas cut throat
Throwing up the 6 screaming "Let Big J go!"
Black flags hangin', b*tch you ain't my folk
Free my n*gga Pooh, we f*ck the feds cause they be watchin'
Got a lot of pistols cause I know n*ggas be plottin'
Stocked up like a soldier, who the f*ck you think you robbin' ?
Taliban goon, call me Doesama Bin Laden
All my n*ggas slang 'caine, tote straps and gang bang
b*tch I grew up 'round this sh*t so I be on that same thang
You can't hang where I hang, you can't claim what I claim
Rubber Band Money Gang they gon' let them shots rain
?? motherf*ckin' bust and they shoot ??
So try me if you want I bet you gon' see Jesus walk
They ain't 'bout that life, they only cut throat when they talk
Pistol in his face I bet that'll make that n*gga soft
Real talk
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