Real Talk Pt.2

[Verse 1] I ain't no killer but don't push me You can call me anything you want, just make sure it ain't pussy Won't let them catch me lacking, I ain't trynna catch a bullet I put that on my fuckin' grave, You run up, I'mma pull it You disrespect the squad then you out your fuckin' mind We cockin' them nines, the bullets is flyin' and niggas gon' end up dyin' 40 to his mouth, tell that fuck nigga be quiet Tie is ass up and let them sit in the garage I don't trust these niggas, it's just me, myself and Ruger You better keep it cool cause I won't hesitate to do ya Youngins in my clique and they all tryna be shooters Not playin' with these niggas it's like they versus to computer I keep one in the edge you better know that I'mma cock it Cause bitch I come from Cleveland, niggas out here ain't gon' box I'm trynna keep my life so I ain't worryin' 'bout no cops Keep my eyes open I ain't goin' out like Pac Raised to be a savage I was just a little nigga Firm life thuggin', I rolled with a bunch of killers Swimming with the sharks and in the jungle with Gorillas So if you got a problem you can solve it with this trigger R.I.P to T.John, R.I.P to Joe Only like 16, but my young niggas cut throat Throwing up the 6 screaming "Let Big J go!" Black flags hangin', bitch you ain't my folk Free my nigga Pooh, we fuck the feds cause they be watchin' Got a lot of pistols cause I know niggas be plottin' Stocked up like a soldier, who the fuck you think you robbin' ? Taliban goon, call me Doesama Bin Laden All my niggas slang 'caine, tote straps and gang bang Bitch I grew up 'round this shit so I be on that same thang You can't hang where I hang, you can't claim what I claim Rubber Band Money Gang they gon' let them shots rain ?? motherfuckin' bust and they shoot ?? So try me if you want I bet you gon' see Jesus walk They ain't 'bout that life, they only cut throat when they talk Pistol in his face I bet that'll make that nigga soft Real talk (Fading : Real talk, real talk, real talk ... )