Album Cover Real Talk

Real Talk

Roddy Ricch

5

Mustard on the beat, hoe

Real talk, let′s get straight to itI 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, trying not to stay with the fakes

Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang

Hopping out the Bentley Mulsanne, Eliantte chain swing

I can make a bitch mood change, got it in my pocket, loose change

I came from the bottom, I came from the mud

I came from the street always road running, sometime' we ain'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 it′s groceries

She say, "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, trying not to stay with the fakes

Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang, pfft, yeah

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 100 at the dentist

We ain′t Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court

I put that nigga right in a tennis

Who you know designer down, fresh white tee?

New Hellcat, I was a fresh '19

How a nigga felt rich without two Cs?

Ain′t nobody out-vibing me

The number one, but I ain't try to be

I told that bitch that there 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 (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, trying not to stay with the fakes

Ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang (gang, gang, gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah (trillest, yeah-yeah)

Gang, gang, gang, I got the gang, gang, gang