Real Talk

[Verse 1] Now you done heard a lot of talk about me and my niggas Them outlaw world wide mob figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top, and niggas still mad at me? For pushing that big truck on 24's A square feet in ATL game lockjaw Man that's what my nigga got shot for Being to mothafucking raw for these fuck boys See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it Misery loves company and that's the real shit But in 2005 I'm on some kill shit Before a nigga sneak upon me and peel this I'm taking the stand, with MAC at hand Born killer like them niggas in Pakistan It's simple, gotta get 'em before I die Like the old West see now we load TECs to ride [Chorus] I know mama, you did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no bitch So if a nigga wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang cocked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me Real talk [Verse 2] Everyday is a new challenge I'm a savage in a New Balance A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla bitch So we start our own label selling bricks legit Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later, less members, but the feeling the same Straight from the heart, we making 'em walk Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow Haters getting they wrong I seen the streets rap rounda the toughest of niggas I seen prison put religion in the roughest of niggas They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turn coat That's fucked up, putting cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental And raising a thug nation, we influential! [Chorus] [Verse 3] My mother ain't made no sucka Raised in the gutta, I'm a made mutherfucker All I know is get paid motherfucker All day motherfucker, one way or another And ain't no body nowhere that can stop me Call me cocky, you tennis, I'm hockey Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki With black Rocky and my pops who got me Real talk, I never took a short Unless it was support, I'm stressing, ain't my fault And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor commer, good karma Niggas wants drama, I got the problem solver Big ass Cig, that's that shit Plus the bully, that's a fully automatic! [Chorus]