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Real Talk (feat. Juelz Santana)

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Real Talk (feat. Juelz Santana) - Sky Balla Lyrics


[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

Real Talk (feat. Juelz Santana) lyrics !!!