Doe Boy - Real Talk Pt.2 lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't no k**er but don't push me You can call me anything you want, just make sure it ain't p**y Won't let them catch me lacking, I ain't trynna catch a bullet I put that on my f**in' grave, You run up, I'mma pull it You disrespect the squad then you out your f**in' mind We co*kin' them nines, the bullets is flyin' and n***as gon' end up dyin' 40 to his mouth, tell that f** n***a be quiet Tie is a** up and let them sit in the garage I don't trust these n***as, 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 n***as it's like they versus to computer I keep one in the edge you better know that I'mma co*k it Cause b**h I come from Cleveland, n***as 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 n***a Firm life thuggin', I rolled with a bunch of k**ers 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 n***as cut throat Throwing up the 6 screaming "Let Big J go!" Black flags hangin', b**h you ain't my folk Free my n***a Pooh, we f** the feds cause they be watchin' Got a lot of pistols cause I know n***as be plottin' Stocked up like a soldier, who the f** you think you robbin' ? Taliban goon, call me Doesama Bin Laden All my n***as slang 'caine, tote straps and gang bang b**h I grew up 'round this sh** 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 ?? motherf**in' 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 n***a soft Real talk (Fading : Real talk, real talk, real talk ... )