Troc - Real talk lyrics

(Real - Talk) Never Mind That Trick Ho I Don't Trust That b**h,Though My Block Full Of Hot b**hez With That EGO Downtown Real G,My Style Is Diddo I'm In Tha Ghetto,Folks Is Trippy Snapback Facing Back,Ink My Whole Hody Even If You Shot Me,You Still Couldn't Stop Me I Rep My Hood,Phola Park You Know Wa**up I Really Can't Trip Of Tha Past,On Tha Real Flip The G To A Key,Put The East On The Map Real n***az Stand Up,Rep You Set 'til You Dead n***a With A Attitude, I Ain't Gon' Let It Die Still A Real n***a,Got My Lean,Got My Tree's On Me Smoke This Weed,b**h,Get A Lil' Dumb I'mma Pimp To A b**h,Go 'N Light That Weed Up What I'm Doing Wrong,But It Feelz So Right Double R Double You,Whole Team Here n***a Back Tha f** Down 'Fore You Get Smacked Down High Az Heaven, Eyes Low Az Hell I'm In Tha Hood Tatted Like A Mexican I Keep It A Hunnid,Ain't Gotta Pretend Boy Yellow, But My b**h Black From The Ghetto Lost My Momma And My Poppa At The Early Age,Boy TKZee My Gutta,b**h I Spit That Country Grammar My God Iz My Judge Who The f** Is You To Judge Me Daddy A Shoota,I'mma Son Of A Gun Ya Momma A Hooker,Youzza Son Of A b**h Million Dollar Meetings With The Oversea n***az I Ain't Playing No Gamez,I'm On The Run For That Dough!