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Roddy Ricch

Real Talk

 

Real Talk

(album: The Big 3 - 2022)


(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Real talk
Let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
No, these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tried not to stay with the fakes
Like 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, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

Hopping out the Bentley Mulsanne
Eliantte chains swang
I can make a bitch mood change
Got her in my pocket, loose change
I came from the bottom, I came from the mud, I came from the streets
Always road running, sometimes we didn't even sleep
And I pray my niggas watching over me
We stand for the streets what it's supposed to be
I lost a lot of people that was close to me
Grab the dope out the car like its groceries
She said, "Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci"
Put my dick on her neck like a rosary
I got control of me, these niggas don't know

Real talk
Let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
No, these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tried not to stay with the fakes
Like 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, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist
I'm big as it get, colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch
Know that these niggas don't like me
I know that these niggas don't like me
Nigga, I been in the field, been toting my glizzy, doing high knees
Mafia, mafia
Millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust
I told shorty mind her business
'Cause I came straight up out the Guinness
Spent a hundred thousand at the dentist
We ain't Venus, Serena, my dog out the court, I put that nigga right in a tennis
Who you know designer down, fresh white tee?
New Hellcat, I was a first nineteen
How a niggas felt rich without two C's?
Ain't nobody out vibing me
The number one but I ain't try to be
I told that bitch it ain't no lying to me
You can play yourself but ain't no trying with me

Real talk
Let's get straight to it
I got diamonds in the face
(Yeah, yeah)
No, these niggas don't walk how we walk
They don't talk how we talk, we got millions of straps
I grew up with the trillest niggas, tried not to stay with the fakes
I got 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, gang
I got the gang, gang, gang

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