Roddy Ricch - Real Talk (Lyrics)

Roddy Ricch - Real Talk (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Follow Roddy Ricch #RoddyRicch #THEBIG3 #RealTalk #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to it I got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in the face) Know these n*ggas don’t walk how we walk They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest n*ggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes [Post-Chorus] Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang I got the gang, gang, gang [Verse 1] Hoppin’ out the Bentley Mulsanne Eliantte chain swang I can make a bitch mood change Got it in my pocket, loose change I came from the bottom, I came from the mud I came from the street Always road runnin’ some time we ain’t even sleep And I pray my n*ggas watchin’ over me We stand for the streets, what it’s s’posed to be I lost a lot of people that was close to me Grab the dope out the car like it’s grocery She say, “Roddy, sing to me like Jodeci“ Put my dick on her neck like a Rosary I got control of me, these n*ggas don’t know [Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to it I got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in the face) Know these n*ggas don’t walk how we walk They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest n*ggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes [Post-Chorus] Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang I got the gang, gang, gang, yeah [Verse 2] A quarter to sit, I black out the whips, I hold up a fist I’m big as it get, colossal as shit, enormous as a bitch Know that these n*ggas don’t like me I know that these n*ggas don’t like me N*gga, I been in the field, been totin’ my glizzy, doin’ high knees Mafia, mafia Millionaires, only in the blue faces we trust I told shorty mind her business ’Cause I came straight up out the Guinness Spent a hundred thousand at the dentist We ain’t Venus, Serena, my dawg out the court I put that n*gga right in a tennis Who you know designer down, fresh white tee? New Hellcat, I was a fresh ’19 How a n*gga felt rich without two Cs? Ain’t nobody out-vibin’ me The number one, but I ain’t try to be I told that bitch it ain’t no lyin’ to me You can play yourself, but ain’t no tryin’ with me [Chorus] Real talk, let’s get straight to it I got diamonds in the face (Diamonds in face), yeah, yeah Know these n*ggas don’t walk how we walk They don’t talk how we talk, we got millions of straps I grew up with the trillest n*ggas, tryin’ not to stay with the fakes [Post-Chorus] Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, hey Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah-yeah) Gang, gang, gang, gang I got the gang, gang, gang