Street Talk

This next track is for all my straight niggas out there, my hood niggas. My Grammy niggas, ya dig? Trap niggas. Whatever you wanna call it, homie. For real, nigga. You know what I'm sayin'?
That's what this shit all about. Sad to say, but shit, it just is what it is. Real talk, nigga. Count this money, ya dig? This Charlie. This [?]. This guap. This cake, this mulah. Hah, for real, nigga. You out here in these streets nigga, and you fuckin' up, nigga, you got a motherfuckin' so-called circle, niggas that you fuck with. Nggas ain't telling you that you fuckin' up? And niggas on they shit. And ain't tryna put you up on your shit. For you to be a nigga good out here nigga. Ain't your niggas, get the fuck away from that circut, ya dig? For real, nigga. Fuck with that [?], get you some [?] niggas around your motherfucking circle, nigga. You do that shit, you ain't got shit else to worry about, ya dig? [?]. You feel me. Holla at your boy