Real talk, true story (uh huh) No nuts, no glory (uh uh) You know what I'm saying? (Real talk) Hey dog (yeah yeah)...
Real talk, true story (uh huh) No nuts, no glory (uh uh) You know what I'm saying? (Real talk) Hey dog (yeah yeah) I'm a tell you like this [Chorus] Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get Every chance I get, real talk, no shit Every chance I get, big money on this I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch Know that I'm goin' ball every chance I get, every chance I get They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola I'm exceeding expectations, you barely meeting quota I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one I'm King like my three year-old, Major like my youngest son Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm getting (guap) Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em" Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginning What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division Break bread, StreetCred dot com making a killing Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashing I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know [Chorus] I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no car I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur High as gas is, the country at war and people are starving And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh? Sorry bruh, been a dick that been balling since it started up Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much Least I could do it, not rub it in niggas face so much So I'm trying now while I'm rhyming not to brag about the island Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in House is wide open, we could bring the outside in I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin' Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die? If I made less money, started to dress bummy Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me? Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live? Naw how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga [Chorus] Hey say homeboy It's real talk coming at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that? Heh, you could hate all you want partner I'm a give you something to hate on, bitch nigga Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand? DJ Toomp you did yo' motherfucking thing as usual Hey, hey look, P-S-C partner, Pimp Squad Click Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie It's the king, bitch! Yeah, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga My grand-mama been living on Center Hill forty three years, hoe-ass nigga You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga See me nigga! You know? Why niggas gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watching you And start kickin' that fuck shit, you know? You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga! Yeah! Hey [Chorus]
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