Real Talk Lyrics - Singles - Trae

[Trae] 

Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the block 

I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop 

I been in it with my niggaz, for a long time 

But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop 

Same nigga, with the flow 

Same nigga that'll spin a nigga's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk 

I'm a representative, for the Assholes 

Try to run up on me, I'll teach a nigga how to stunt 

Southwest, you better get your hands up 

'Fore I send a wave of niggaz, that'll hit your man's up 

While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up 

Then the shit, hit the fan 

Then I fuck, your fans up 

These niggaz, really got a nigga fucked up 

Hating motherfuckers, I'll show you what the beef is 

Show you niggaz how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth 

And I can show you niggaz, what the sleep is 

Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae 

When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray 

Tell the five in the hood, I don't play 

And I got more niggaz, 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 block 

I'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first 

Nigga jump, gonna be the first nigga that'll slide for it 

They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it 

Any real nigga, 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 death 

Intuition of a nigga named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs 

[Trae] 

Somebody better give me the crown, these niggaz out of line 

And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place 

Everyday it be the same old shit, I gotta click on a bitch 

I don't really, wanna pay another case 

Whey they niggaz wanna try a nigga, like a nigga soft than a bitch 

I'll lean on a nigga, like Boss on a switch 

Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a bitch 

Lace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this bitch 

Everybody, wanna know about the South 

But I promise, you niggaz'll wanna take another route 

A.B.N., fin to hit a nigga's ass 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 

Shit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone 

(I'm pissed), but I'm still moving along 

Yeah JayTon, still grooving along 

So the niggaz in the blue, got love for the Home 

For the H, and the West state 

I"ll put it on a nigga, in the worst way 

That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae 

Motherfuckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay 

This right here, for my nigga named Nick 

In a hospital bed, half gone 

I'll run up on a bitch nigga, who that out that shout out 

Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome 

Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S 

Stress, got a nigga on amp 

So I got mob for life, like 24/7 

And I promise, I'm about to be the champ