Real Talk

[Sky Balla] Red set, blue set, mac 10s a few tecs My killas on the payroll will leave your whole crew wet You been in the house nigga you ain't paid dues yet I been in the streets nigga you ain't heard the news yet Before I hit the grind I make fo sure I got my shit tight My vest fit right, 4 fifth it'd spit right Niggas I'm number one I can't settle for less Hands down I'm the hottest young thug on the West Niggas sayin' I'm the balla back when his name was scurs When they used to push caine on the curb, before the birds We used to hustle together, this that and the third But we ain't never broke bread together cause youse a nerd I move things cross the border So playboy hurry up and place your order (nigga) I teach you how to get rich Flip bricks and get chips Holla at the kid nigga if you need a quick fix I turn a G into a key, man I mean real fast Before I had a deal I already had a mill stashed Street life I keep ice on my wrist playa If you tryna score big well here's an assist playa [Hook] We young balla ballas Young hustla hustlas We bout them dollas bitch We don't fuck with bustas, suckers We got big rings, big thangs, big chains We hustle hard in the streets and move big caine Cross game, wrist put your wig man Cause we ain't afraid to die and do a bid man Feel more the Harlem we ballin you underdig man This is real talk and that's what it is man [Juelz Santana] I heard niggas tryna shit on me And make history, never woulda happen Forever I'm gat clappin I grabbed the Beretta or black Magnum Asked what's the problem and dead 'em in that fashion Am I waiting? Hell no Am I playing? Hell no Does this here look like the David Chappelle show? My 12 load clip shells gon spit I take off your head quicker than a velcro strip Old school, see how my shell toes fit? Dip places, big faces, sell all hit (call me) And I'm quick with the led You think my bullets had krazy glue The way them shits stick to your head (nigga) If you ain't getting my bread If you ain't getting my spread You'll be dead where the pigeons get fed (punk) [Hook] We young balla ballas Young hustla hustlas We bout them dollas bitch We don't fuck with bustas, suckers We got big rings, big thangs, big chains We hustle hard in the streets and move big caine Cross game, wrist put your wig man Cause we ain't afraid to die and do a bid man Feel more the Harlem we ballin you underdig man This is real talk and that's what it is man [Sky Balla] While you been sleeping on the kid like a craftmatic I was in the streets not thinkin bout rap, serving them crack addicts I got a black gadget, that'll make a nigga disappear quick You would think I knew black magic And when it comes to hoes, I don't have to pay I'm on my Oakland Raider shit in all black and gray Yeah I'm bringin back The Bay, but before I do that I gotta OT and bring back the shay You couldn't see me playa, on my worst day And the last time you seen some cake, was on your birthday You old niggas mad cause I'm young and I'm paid The only smoke of dime a day, I'm blowing tons of that haze And I'm doing the same thing, that got Pac and Biggie rich I was born ready to die, on that Biggie shit Trying to keep up with me, you'll be running for days And the only bird you got, is that one in the cage Nigga I'll show you how to cook a O And that main bitch you keep calling wifey, I call her a hooker ho I'm like Rick James Yeah I'm rich bitch, so after I'm done with you Yeah my whole clique hits Achoo, I got the flu man I spit sick And if I didn't, I still know how to flip bricks I turn a gram into a million I'm still grinding on my block Even though this camera's on the building So bust me how you cent for I'm in the hood with two big 9s on me like the 99 cent store, nigga [Sky Balla talking] True story, real talk, Sky Balla, Juelz Santana, bitch! [Hook] We young balla ballas Young hustla hustlas We bout them dollas bitch We don't fuck with bustas, suckers We got big rings, big thangs, big chains We hustle hard in the streets and move big caine Cross game, wrist put your wig man Cause we ain't afraid to die and do a bid man Feel more the Harlem we ballin you underdig man This is real talk and that's what it is man