real talk lyrics – trae

yeah, real talk for my n*gg*z on the block
i been wrecking for a second, but i promised that i wouldn’t stop
i been in it with my n*gg*z, for a long time
but they gotta give it to me, cause they know i wouldn’t drop
same n*gg*, with the flow
same n*gg* that’ll spin a n*gg*’s *ss up, throw his *ss in the trunk
i’m a representative, for the *ssholes
try to run up on me, i’ll teach a n*gg* how to stunt
southwest, you better get your hands up
‘fore i send a wave of n*gg*z, that’ll hit your man’s up
while you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
then the sh*t, hit the fan
then i f*ck, your fans up
these n*gg*z, really got a n*gg* f*cked up
hating motherf*ckers, i’ll show you what the beef is
show you n*gg*z how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth
and i can show you n*gg*z, what the sleep is
better give it up, when you hear the name trae
when i hit the block in black, your *ss better pray
tell the five in the hood, i don’t play
and i got more n*gg*z, in the slugs
in the tip, of a k
and i run with the c’s, and the b’s on the block
and the g’s, and few bd’s on the block
and i kept it real, so i got the keys to the block
i’m a gangsta, they don’t make these on the block
i’ll put it on the pack, and i’ll ride for it first
n*gg* jump, gonna be the first n*gg* that’ll slide for it
they don’t wanna see me in a zone, when i try for it
any real n*gg*, stand up and get an eye for it
cause i’m oh so real, though homie
and i’m next in the line, finna show the world what it was
h-town, till the death
intuition of a n*gg* named pac, finna let it rain for the thugs

somebody better give me the crown, these n*gg*z out of line
and i see, i gotta put ’em in they place
everyday it be the same old sh*t, i gotta click on a b*tch
i don’t really, wanna pay another case
whey they n*gg*z wanna try a n*gg*, like a n*gg* soft than a b*tch
i’ll lean on a n*gg*, like boss on a switch
better chill, ‘fore i get to going off on a b*tch
lace the nike’s, and break a n*gg* jaw in this b*tch
everybody, wanna know about the south
but i promise, you n*gg*z’ll wanna take another route
abn, fin to hit a n*gg*’s *ss in the drought
in the town right now, (no doubt)
if you got a problem with trae, let’s get it on
iggy on lock, so i’m back in a zone still packing the chrome
i was late for the hood, so i’m bad to the bone
since i roll on the block, it’s half of the bone
sh*t just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone
(i’m p*ssed), but i’m still moving along
yeah jay’ton, still grooving along
so the n*gg*z in the blue, got love for the home
for the h, and the west state
i”ll put it on a n*gg*, in the worst way
that’ll be your worst day, and i put it on trae
motherf*ckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay
this right here, for my n*gg* named nick
in a hospital bed, half gone
i’ll run up on a b*tch n*gg*, who that out that shout out
feel i gotta hit his *ss, with the chrome
nothing less, restle double s
stress, got a n*gg* on amp
so i gott mob for life, like 24/7
and i promise, i’m about to be the champ

/ trae lyrics