Real Talk 2

(álbum: JetSkiWave 2 - 2015)

This life ain't nice, so many niggas lost their life
We fight to survive but we're living to die
On Valentine's, Billy got shot in the chest
Murder blues, no clue, another brother that's dead
I watch documentaries, I learn as much as I can
It's kinda fucked how they locked up the Meridian Gang
Minor situation started over a car
But in the hood, small things end up being large
Like back in '07, shit started getting cracking
Everybody's on it, even Neek started banging
Was a good yute, started chilling with the man and
The older dons tried to cop a chain and try and snap it
Little sneak nigga but today he will not have it
Forget about the chain, he's coming back to do damage
Black helmet, black pen, black gloves
Tears in his eyes as he's squeezing off the shots
Another man down, I remember that summer
[?] I should've bun the next clown
Now the [?]'s lockdown
That's another man gone, what a waste, gotta make change now
You're (BOOM) but who am I? They will never listen
And I will never trust my opposition
He try take my life, I'm going prison
Like he tried kill me, it's only right I get him
Smoke weed, I don't take crack
I'm still a broke nigga, no Maybach
Innocent, boy, didn't take Zac
So I still don't know why they ain't freed Mags
In the south, summertime's too cold
I'm a young nigga, got me feeling old
21 and I'm coming for the throne
See, I'm coming from the bottom so it's best that you know
I do it for the kids, I do it for my city
I do it for the kids that are growing up in Bricky
Tell em go school cause the road's too sticky
I ain't seen one gangbanger make a milli
So fuck all the hype right now, I'm laid back
Scheming, plotting, come up with a plan
I'm tryna be the man, I hope you understand
Without my family, I would not be where I am
Now I've got a couple grands, give some to my mum
Sister, man dem and my little one
And I'm still 21, look what I've become
You ain't done shit, nigga, look what I've done
I'm Sneak to the Bo
Did it all on my own
Cause the roads ain't nice, gotta pray when I leave
That I make it back home, niggas know