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real talk - team eastside lyrics

[verse]
is it the trues or the buffs? or the shoes or the on the truck?
i don’t know, but n*ggas hating, the hoes choosing to f*ck
plus the thirty pointers, got the screws loose on the buffs
stay low and maintaine, you know the rules when you up
two phones off the hook, one phone, it was a b*tch
the other phone, it let me know if they made it home with that sh*t
every night i pray to god, i make it home and that’s it
we ain’t on the same page, go head, on with that sh*t
i was thirteen, at my old school with no tims
begging uncle c [?] old school to take the twins home
now i’m twenty two, old school with new ryms on
finna touch down , i pray i make it to the end zone
chetter grove n*gga, came up on the six
i remember [?] came up on the l!ck
made it happen on my own, ain’t n0body gave me sh*t
and i was doing all this, before i ever made a trip
let me tell y’all some sh*t, ’bout a b*tch i met a while back
seen her at the mall, and i thought the b*tch was all that
got the b*tch pregnant, i don’t see how i allow that
i love my son to death, but i wish i could take it all back
crazy ass b*tch, did some shady ass sh*t
only time we need to talk is ’bout the baby, that’s it
b*tch, you can’t be that sick, how you gon’ take my son from me?
b*tch, you know you wouldn’t be sh*t, if it weren’t for me
blowing up my phone, i was on my to sacks fifth
talking ’bout she need a lone, til her income tax check
i wouldn’t give a f*ck, if you was sleeping on a mattress
in a house full of roaches, i’ma treat you like the next b*tch
taking me to court, f*ck it, put me on child support
i’ll do whatever, just to give my only child support
going through some sh*t, and i love my baby mom of course
but b*tch, you got a son, you still acting like you five or more
i remember days when we was f*cking on the same couch
used to f*ck you real good, and make you say my name loud
sh*t make me mad, i wanna blow a n*gga brains out
but i’m hurting so bad, and i just gotta get the pain out
son [?] become a young man
nd i’m telling you, even though you too young to understand
don’t depend on n0body, you wanna come up with some bands?
find a crew of loyal n*ggas, and y’all come up with a plan
make sure you stay in school, follow the rules and go through with life
i can’t tell you what to do, but i just pray you do it right
no matter what happen, make sure you stay true for life
but it’s ok to make a mistake, but don’t be foolish twice
gang how it go, i ain’t gon’ tell you nothing wrong
just listen to me, son, it ain’t gon’ take me that long
if you f*cking with these hoes, make sure you keep a strap on
and make sure your money right, before you take her back home
it’s a few things you need to know, in case i ain’t around
you can get the code to the safe, in case i ain’t in town
when you handle business, make sure it ain’t a snake around
cause n*ggas snitching now a days, you’ll have to lay them down
this the last thing, when you going shopping at the set
make sure you hit the louis store, and cop a couple belts
when you hit neiman marcus, buy pradas off the shelf
tell mark you my son, you might cop them for the less
when your mama talking, just hear what she gotta say
sh*t don’t happen overnight though, son, you gotta pray
if you in a situation, and you feel you ain’t safe
just play this song back, myn*gga, you will be straight

- team eastside lyrics

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