Gerald Walker — The Realest (Interlude)

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Man I’m back and I’m bout to jump in it
Everybody talk only few really live it
Fake shit, nigga, is what you do for a living
But just sit back and watch a real nigga get it
Watch a real nigga clown, if you still think I’m kidding
Realest in my town I be the first to admit it
Nigga, hit em’ get em’ take it to a whole nother’ level
When you people gonna learn real niggas never quit it
So put your hands up
If you the realest in your town town
Wait
Catch a nigga hating (point a mother-fucker out)
We’ll shut em’ on down
Keep a couple bitches in the back, couple liters of the crown
Couple bottles of the (cog)nac’
Couple shots of the brown, till they feel us
Its never been about who did it first
It’s all about the the mother-fucking realest
So put your hands up

Go don’t wait
These niggas they hate on the shit that I’m on
And when they catch up, I will probably be gone
I’m winning and did all this shit on my own
No fucking around
We are the talk of the town, bitch you can sit the fuck down
When a real nigga talking, you better start walking
I’m learning when you winning all these niggas get to hawking (mayday)
I been looking for a better day
But they don’t ever seem to wanna come my way
Yes I hear em talking and they always say, that we don’t lay it down
But try to come up in our face
And start talking that shit and my nigga we promise
To fuck up your niggas, ya sisters, ya mama; your uncles
If they want some drama
Tell em to put they hands up