Lex Luger - Real Talk lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prince] One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face That was food for thought, n***a go wash yo plate My kingdom is The Firm, and pimp I'm Dr. Dre Good Music is the team and shawty I'm Dr. J Cause real n***as do real things, we don't talk we don't spill beans Start selling mid when I was 15, Hidden Hills off Field Green Got a stupid chain, gotta ill ring, Jacob n***a that's real bling I'm a drum major I keep a band and a buncha hoes on my drill team Young prince I know real kings, I dont sleep but I still dream Born and raised in the dirty south, but when you see me I'm still clean Shawty I'm a legend in the A, Dominique Wilkins I gotta question to ask yall, any real players in the building? [Hook] I'm in the club, throwed like lacrosse Chillin in my section, smoking that exhaust Yo b**h was on my dick and shawty that ain't my fault So before you start some sh**, I suggest you walk Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk Real talk, jealousy, that's against the law Real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk R-real talk [Verse 2: Cyhi Da Prince] I said man sharpen man, like steel sharpen steel I'm the streets' Dr. Phil, I make music y'all can feel Yeen talking 'bout no money if you ain't talking mills Took my fives to the bank and exchanged for larger bills Boy I keep a lot of hoes, you can ask my partner Pill If Tameka ain't gon' f**, then I know that Tasha will You went and bought that b**h a truck, from me she barely got a meal You look like one of them rap n***as who never got a deal But I'm a B-O-S-S, jumping out of that S.S High school, superlatives, she most attractive, I'm best dressed I'm so happy to be alive but every day I'm dead fresh She already on my dick and we ain't even had s** yet I got the discount, you paid the retail rate Don't be jealous muf**a that's a female's trait She let the whole gang bang, we call her East LA Cuz I'm a V-12 and n***a you just a CLK [Hook] [Verse 3: Dose] Make big plays, bang desert eagles, got desert storm swang from my charm Ben Franklin tatted in my arm, my n***a eating No Ramadan Big dough, no Papa Johns, all this damn Versace on Medusa head, tryna duck the feds, I pop the meds, I pour the meds I stay low, I keep the mid going for the high I'm bussing heads We in the building, we do it big, I'm in the bed with yo b**h And you know this, a hundred bottles help you notice These diamonds flawless, ferocious - so sick B-b**h I'm in my zone, b**h I'm on it Knock it out the park, bases loaded My name hold weight n***a watch me tote it n***as looking like they want it but that f** sh** they stay on it I'm in the penthouse, thumbing through thousands, my b**h bad, her a** fat I get racks, she can have that, 5th Plaza, we smashed that New coupe, paper tag that, all that money, where ya swag at? You see me, I burn the track to the 3rd degree and you can wrap that [Hook]