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real talk - juvenile baby lyrics

[intro]
hmm, gang, hmm, gang, hmm (ayy, mitro, this sh*t violent, gang)
yeah, n*gga
psh, hmm (uh, yeah)
psh, yeah
man, i don’t know if i wanna come on this b*tch and motheruckin’ freestyle (i think i wanna go off top my head)
or go to talkin’ on that b*tch, nah*uh
f*ck it (grrt, grrt, huh, you feel me now?)
i’ma just ride the b*tch like that (gang)

[chorus]
i done took a couple losses, can’t say i ain’t get discouraged (i ain’t get discouraged, n*gga)
tryna leave the streets alone, but i can’t lie, i lowkey love it (i lowkey love it, n*gga)
i ain’t no crashout, push me hard enough, i might say f*ck it (grrah, grrah, i might say f*ck it, n*gga)
chopper make you move left and right, teach me how to dougie (grrah, grrah, grrah)
nowadays the fake n*ggas get applauded (what? man, what the f*ck?)
and the real n*ggas hard to find, you don’t see ’em often (that sh*t, you don’t see it often)
hoes f*ckin’ with the kid but they ain’t got nothin’ to offer (ain’t got nothin’ to offer, n*gga, what?)
people push you to your limits, when you snap, now it’s uncalled for, sh*t be crazy (what the f*ck?)

[verse]
who your daddy? puttin’ belt to n*ggas ass like i made him (like i made him)
closed mouths don’t get fed, you tryna eat, then b*tch, say somethin’ (n*gga, speak up)
ain’t n0body showed the route, it wasn’t there until i made one (until i made one)
hopin’ for the best but ready for the worst when that day come (that’s on my mama, n*gga)
you gotta watch the sh*t that n*ggas say when y’all on bad terms (when y’all on bad terms)
you better watch your b*tch if she ain’t givin’ up her password (she ain’t givin’ up her password, on god, n*gga)
before i front a p, i gotta see you move a half first (move a half first, n*gga)
i can’t say too much, but he saw me before his last words (grrah, grrah, grrah, before his last words)
that gangster sh*t go out the window when your ass ain’t got no money (you ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no n*gga)
better get in motion, hoes f*ckin’ when you look like somethin’ (b*tch, when you look like somethin’, n*gga)
tired of hearin’ ’bout the old sh*t these n*ggas coulda done (these n*ggas coulda done, what?)
fifty shots less than a f*ckin’ second, that’s a fully gun (grrah, grrah, grrah, n*gga)
i’m out here puttin’ in overtime, ain’t lookin’ for no sympathy (ain’t for no sympathy, what? what?)
anything that left out of my life wasn’t met for me (that sh*t wasn’t meant for me)
i keep that pistol close (n*gga), comin’ back home isn’t guaranteed (grrah, grrah, isn’t guaranteed, n*gga)
i want the best for all the opps, i just want them to rest in peace (to rest in peace, n*gga)
n*ggas talk a lot of sh*t but they be quicker on they feet (quicker on they feet, yeah)
i ain’t shootin’ out no car, i walk down so you know it’s me (know it’s me, n*gga)
wake up, gettin’ money everyday, this sh*t be on repeat (this sh*t on repeat, b*tch, what? what?)
i spit this hot sh*t off the top my head before i heard this beat (yeah)
[chorus]
i done took a couple losses, can’t say i ain’t get discouraged (i ain’t get discouraged, n*gga)
tryna leave the streets alone, but i can’t lie, i lowkey love it (b*tch, i love this sh*t)
i ain’t no crashout, push me hard enough, i might say f*ck it (yeah, grrah, grrah, b*tch)
chopper make you move left and right, teach me how to dougie (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, n*gga)
nowadays the fake n*ggas get applauded (they get applauded)
and the real n*ggas hard to find, you don’t see ’em often (don’t see it often, don’t see ’em often, n*gga)
hoes f*ckin’ with the kid but they ain’t got nothin’ to offer (nothin’ to offer, n*gga)
people push you to your limits, when you snap, now it’s uncalled for, sh*t be crazy (n*gga)

- juvenile baby lyrics

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