Trae Tha Truth - Real Talk lyrics

[Trae] Yeah, real talk for my n***as on the block I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop I been in it with my n***as, for a long time But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop Same n***a, with the flow Same n***a that'll spin a n***a's a** up, throw his a** in the trunk I'm a representative, for the a**holes Try to run up on me, I'll teach a n***a how to stunt Southwest, you better get your hands up 'Fore I send a wave of n***as, that'll hit your man's up While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up Then the sh**, hit the fan Then I f**, your fans up These n***as, really got a n***a f**ed up Hating motherf**ers, I'll show you what the beef is Show you n***as how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth And I can show you n***as, what the sleep is Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae When I hit the block in black, your a** better pray Tell the five in the hood, I don't play And I got more n***as, in the slugs In the tip, of a K And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the blockI'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first n***a jump, gonna be the first n***a that'll slide for it They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it Any real n***a, stand up and get an eye for it Cause I'm oh so real, though homie And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was H-Town, till the d**h Intuition of a n***a named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs [Trae] Somebody better give me the crown, these n***as out of line And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place Everyday it be the same old sh**, I gotta click on a b**h I don't really, wanna pay another case Whey they n***as wanna try a n***a, like a n***a soft than a b**h I'll lean on a n***a, like Boss on a switch Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a b**h Lace the Nike's, and break a n***a jaw in this b**h Everybody, wanna know about the South But I promise, you n***as'll wanna take another route A.B.N., fin to hit a n***a's a** in the drought In the town right now, (no doubt) If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone sh** just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone (I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along So the n***as in the blue, got love for the Home For the H, and the West state I"ll put it on a n***a, in the worst way That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae Motherf**ers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay This right here, for my n***a named Nick In a hospital bed, half gone I'll run up on a b**h n***a, who that out that shout out Feel I gotta hit his a**, with the chrome Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S Stress, got a n***a on amp So I gott mob for life, like 24/7 And I promise, I'm about to be the champ