Lyrics:
It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby be
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's
Powder
Crackhead cause niggas I don't know
That who'd ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it's over it's over,
For the soldiers
and it's really with this shit
Ballin' like prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it like stalvin
All I hear is money countin'
Thousands on thousands on thousands
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
bars nigga, you niggas stay in yo lane
Looking back on them days, yeah them days
Times changed my nigga, we out here getting paid
Good contracts, they
yards, whips or fans
We know that the game is a sham
Lies bullshit and scams, a bunch of flim-flam
So if you wanna hear bars then brah I'm your man!
If
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
taking a chance"
We was getting up, getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl, she was asking my
thousand on me, I got a thousand homies
When you throwing up your squad you better ride on it, yeah
Yeah we at the top like we just climbed some stairs
it
Christ rules
Everything around me
If we’re talking cream
Eternal blessings
I’m putting over that money
They say I’m
Laughing to the bank
Truth is
fury, entice 'em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin' everywhere
Like I'm bronze bombin'
You couldn't put me in a box if we boxin'
BTS shots the only
on my partner on the other side of them bars he waiting on bond
But his shawty out here getting dicked up that some shit that just goes beyond
Had to go
they pen a parody ain't it
Readily waiting on destiny getting me anxious
You ain't affecting me bars elementary
Basically you ain't a victim this ain't
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the real story
(Stop Bhad Bhabie)
Finally reached out to my dad
We met at the mall on some other shit
Pissed off by his tattoos 'cause they had
spill it all over the place
(Hold up, watch my shoes, I'm gettin' plenty money, how 'bout you?)
Baby, we throw so much bread to the point I'm exhausted
my section
And I party with my best friends
Taking over the lobby and the rest rooms
Getting naughty in the restroom
And she calling me the best uh
We
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
to the future,
you know. So that's why we're here.
We want to talk mainly to the young people all over
the world, because those are the people who are going
to be
line went over a lot
Of heads: stocking cap i'm wavy
Came here to do niggas
Greasy what's poppin' Smack?
You got them raps
The unfortunate wanna take
Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting
there, I've been there for you)
Girl, you know that it's true
(Aw yeah, out here getting it baby)
Never ever let the money stop
Dirty police trying
money we've been getting shit here (here)
Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here)
Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here)
Get it back we
by the police
Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the color of your skin get you put in
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