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Real Talk
by ZThaDon
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This ain't your normal Detroit track, trick I'm bout to school ya
Being a rebel's in my blood, I feel like Martin Luther
Free all the panthers in the pen, send this out to Mutulu
Ain't stop the movement, we rebranding, we just recouping
Still know some homies who might shoot you right in your medulla
Still get my own hands dirty, I don't need no shooter
That boy ain't hard, he just talking shit over computers
I'm to raw for this world, I don't got no filter
That's that Dangerfield in me baby we born ruthless
Still got morals so don't think I be moving stupid (acting stupid)
Y'all don't hold no weight, I'll spliff you up just like a toothpick
Can't wait to make it just so I can hop inside a new whip
With all the people I be helping feel like ghetto Jesus
Even in doubt, when I'm down, he give me a reason
Roll through any city, I won't hurt nobody
But if you fucking with my people, your ass won't be breathing
Silhouette so vivid, it's like looking in the mirror
Don't no smoke cover my screen, my calling getting clearer
Got some so called homies, still a nigga by his lonely
But I don't stress it, everyday a chance to get some money
And I'm the type of a nigga you read in the yearbooks
Ima go down in history, leave the game shook
I hope to God I get to live to tell a nigga tale
But if I don't, I'm still another solider for the movement
I like low-key so can't nobody try and tell my story
I'm mommas oldest son, so every step I have is glory
Hating Niggas always lurking, they be pocket watching
So I gotta watch my back, y'all niggas won't back door me
The streets are Death Row, and I ain't talking Pac or Snoop
The only Knight I see is once the casket close on you (Suge Knight)
You kill your brother for his color, not for what he do
Cops tell you freeze and now you shaking like a prostitute
I ain't the type to let shit slide, bet I be bussing back
Either with slugs or money, but definitely on wax (yeah yeah)
So if you not a solider, please just drop the thug facade
Why force a Al Capone, when you can be a Farrakhan
You can be a Farrakhan
This ain't your normal Detroit track, trick I'm bout to school ya
Being a rebel's in my blood, I feel like Martin Luther
Free all the panthers in the pen, send this out to Mutulu
Ain't stop the movement, we rebranding, we just recouping
Still know some homies who might shoot you right in your medulla
Still get my own hands dirty, I don't need no shooter
That boy ain't hard, he just talking shit over computers
I'm to raw for this world, I don't got no filter
That's that Dangerfield in me baby we born ruthless
Still got morals so don't think I be moving stupid (acting stupid)
Y'all don't hold no weight, I'll spliff you up just like a toothpick
Can't wait to make it just so I can hop inside a new whip
With all the people I be helping feel like ghetto Jesus
Even in doubt, when I'm down, he give me a reason
Roll through any city, I won't hurt nobody
But if you fucking with my people, your ass won't be breathing
Silhouette so vivid, it's like looking in the mirror
Don't no smoke cover my screen, my calling getting clearer
Got some so called homies, still a nigga by his lonely
But I don't stress it, everyday a chance to get some money
And I'm the type of a nigga you read in the yearbooks
Ima go down in history, leave the game shook
I hope to God I get to live to tell a nigga tale
But if I don't, I'm still another solider for the movement
I like low-key so can't nobody try and tell my story
I'm mommas oldest son, so every step I have is glory
Hating Niggas always lurking, they be pocket watching
So I gotta watch my back, y'all niggas won't back door me
The streets are Death Row, and I ain't talking Pac or Snoop
The only Knight I see is once the casket close on you (Suge Knight)
You kill your brother for his color, not for what he do
Cops tell you freeze and now you shaking like a prostitute
I ain't the type to let shit slide, bet I be bussing back
Either with slugs or money, but definitely on wax (yeah yeah)
So if you not a solider, please just drop the thug facade
Why force a Al Capone, when you can be a Farrakhan
You can be a Farrakhan
