Ralo - Ralo Back (Intro) lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Ralo] Back to back with Ralo and we ain’t even deep though How your clique compare to mines when you ain’t even street though? It’s Gucci! New mixtape, yeah Ralo LaFlare FamGoon How you start that tape out n***a? [Verse 1: Ralo] I’m startin’ out my tape thanking god first I never cry ’bout when it’s hard ’cause sh** could be worse Am I wrong for giving dope money to the church? I know I’m wrong but f** a job, I went and got the work I’m back inside the kitchen tryna make a living We get them pigeons and we bring them b**hes down to fifties First n***a in the city Hellcats and verts I was selling bricks of bow when you was sellin’ percs We sick of going out bad, we got enough of that A n***a try that sh** again and we gon’ bust his a** I’m still countin’ money in the projects We don’t rent apartments, buy the whole complex Gucci back b**h, look who he back with I slap the sh** out a rapper for all that rap sh** Yeah that them n***as f** with Gucci I’ll have a thousand of ’em shooting I say what the f** I wanna say and they ain’t did sh** to me [Chorus: Ralo] A lot of n***as talkin’ but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting Yeah I hear a lot of y’all n***as talkin’ ’bout that sh** But y’all n***as ain’t really ’bout that sh** A lot of n***as talkin’, but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting A lot of y’all n***as doin’ all that acting out here Better stick to your script f** n***a Fake a** n***a [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] Trapping all day, trapping hallways Three-sixty-five, n***a gotta get paid Still serving J’s, still catching plays Still cookin’ yay, no face, no case A thousand eight grams sittin’ on a n***a’s plate He dropped the ball, not my fault, I helped that n***a ate No hating over here, boy we super straight Fishscale clean but we ain’t seen a lake Keep dog food, still pushin’ weight Keep a draco, shoot it in your face Pack of backwoods, took a zip to the face Thirty-two FamGoon, how you wanna play? [Chorus: Ralo] A lot of n***as talkin’ but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting Yeah I hear a lot of y’all n***as talkin’ ’bout that sh** But y’all n***as ain’t really ’bout that sh** A lot of n***as talkin’, but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting A lot of y’all n***as doin’ all that acting out here Better stick to your script f** n***a Fake a** n***a [Verse 3: Ralo] I’m drippin’, I’m drippin’ I’m blessed and I’m gifted This sh** made me stronger I know they wished that it k**ed me I got that cow and I milked it My empire I built it I never have to buy bricks My sh** come in the shipment I fell in love with that cash It got me busting my a** No matter how this sh** look We won’t ever look back I’d give my last to my homies Then give half to the homies I’m the only one giving back Them rappers is phonies I get that bag with my team I treat my b**h like a queen She don’t look at no n***as ’cause I’m the realest she seen You know I gotta stay clean ’cause they did me so dirty And when I look at myself I see that they didn’t deserve me [Chorus: Ralo] A lot of n***as talkin’ but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting Yeah I hear a lot of y’all n***as talkin’ ’bout that sh** But y’all n***as ain’t really ’bout that sh** A lot of n***as talkin’, but they ain’t ’bout that action We gon’ shoot a movie, but we ain’t doin’ no acting A lot of y’all n***as doin’ all that acting out here Better stick to your script f** n***a Fake a** n***a