roddy ricch - real talk lyrics
[intro]
mustard on the beat, ho
[chorus]
real talk, let’s get straight to it
i got diamonds in the face
know these n+ggas don’t walk how we walk
they don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
i grew up with the trillest n+ggas, try and not stay with the fakes
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang, hey
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
i got the gang, gang, gang
[verse]
hoppin’ out the bentley mulsanne
eliantte chain sw+ng
i can make a b+tch mood change
got it in my pocket, loose change
i came from the bottom, i came from the mud
i came from the street
i always road runnin’ some time we ain’t even sleep
and i pray my n+ggas watchin’ over me
we stand for the streets and 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 grocery
she say, “roddy, sing to me like jodeci”
ayy, put my d+ck in her neck like a rosary
i got control of me
these n+ggas don’t—
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