Street Talk

[Intro: Real Deal]
Chyeah, Real Deal, Pimp Pooh, Slim
A.O.B Ent

[Verse 1: Real Deal]
They call me Real Deal, cause I'm so trill
And I don't never need a army man to go kill
Gyeah! Yeah man when I go kill, I'm brutally honest
I speak however I feel
Tz up, 34 down
It was on back then and it's on right now
Man it's on right now man, I'm like the triple Bs boy, I'm real Globetown
Where there's only one way in and one way out
You will get yo shit bust if you run your mouth
Get stripped when that man holla "it's a drought"
Pimp Pooh, Real Deal, yeah we from the south
Shouts out to the real niggas, solid bitches, yeah...and my lil niggas
AKA the littles
Keep it rockin nigga, and stay official

[Verse 2: Slim]
A main line athlete but nothin like I used to be
You say you from the rich? You a lie if you ain't heard of me
A.O.B southside, me and Deal outside, and we ain't goin in
We strapped up when it's crunchtime
Watches all cons, ice all type of colors
Got two hoes on the blade and one at the Mitchell brothers
I led her to my father but he probably don't give a fuck
He probably somewhere sweatin hoes gettin pimp drunk
That's why I got my chips up, mandatory paper trail
She callin me over cause I'm all about my Chippendales
Broke hoes derail, right track wrong track
On some model shit, tryna do the realin chance thing
While I get a rack or more, sittin back and out of state
Thinkin bout my younger days, livin at the Super 8
Cadillac's wet paint
Lex Coups and ex hoes
Smokin on a stick, sittin back, sippin XO

[Verse 3: Pooh Hefner]
Won't change for a bitch, even if she pay
Harm in the game, while these other niggas really pay
Collect chips then dip, never do a niggas stay
Gotta get money, time to make it to another day
Fuck what the others say, nigga I'm a own man
Keep a couple racks, so I'm strapped like Trojan
Never do my role in cause a nigga keep pushin
Eyes on a nigga prize, but you better keep lookin
Cause it's sneak move, acting like you're see through
Swear he hide it till he get spotted, I will be through
Cause my niggas keep tools, nigga get drilled in
All for the money, really tryna touch a million
You broke still stealin, cuz get your own count
Try to get your money up so you can cop your own ounce
I get it in, then I'm out, nigga like fast food
Bitch I be the new breed, nothing like the last dude

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