Real Talk Real Walk ft. Thomas Harmath Lyrics

I cannot relate to these niggas nor will I try to

Out here in the sticks I'm leaving bodies in the bayou

Come into my kitchen while I'm cooking I might fry you

Come up to my women with that weak shit they'll deny you

I give you the real me don't really care if you feel me

I'ma keep it rolling these Nikes gon' look like Heelys

And since I am the business I let you know what the deal be

I came up with my squad and we all popping like pillies

Come and get a perky baby I been serving thirties

You better call on God cause I ain't the one for mercy

If ya ain't got my money I'ma sweat you like a jersey

I'm hip to the latest but I'ma get it early

Real talk real walk

Got it in got it off

Real talk real walk

Got it in got it

I ain't on no hoe time I don't need no cosign

I'ma run amok if you in my way you'll get clotheslined

I tell my bitch we bout to blow that's a coke line

And if we hit the club then we don't wait in no line

This not the place you trying to be if I'ma eat

Cause if you looking like food

Then that's just where you'll find my teeth

I bet you thought you stood for something

I'll help you find your seat

You hard as hell behind that screen

One day we'll finally meet

All riots I been inciting you been invited

The irony cause when the feeling came you couldn't fight it

I wouldn't either balling up my fist get me excited

They soft as Charmin and I'm striking like a bolt of lightning

Real talk real walk

Got it in got it off

Real talk real walk

Got it in got it off