Real Talk by Jeff Kush Lyrics
[Verse: Jeff Kush]
I told my pops to get his shit right
I work seventeen hours in the snow like fuck a [?] life
On bitch I shit twice
I'm taking competition out like Hulk in a fistfight
Broke as fuck is what I live like
So much negative bullshit I need a big bag of weed and a cool whip
Two girls dressed up as school chicks
Get my dick licks and a big kiss, my flow like a python
Don't fuck with me when I'm pissed
I got some much education I'll make your school day dismissed
Real talk, I'm tired of eating oatmeal and crisp
I be spitting that hip hop, but on the internet I barely exist
Man, my arms feeling like Popeye, I'll pop you in the eye with my fist
And I smack a dirty bitch with a dirty fish
I got a dirty dream and as a dirty mind, that's a dirty [?]
All these unsigned rappers: good luck getting rich
Record labels wanna fuck you 'til you their bitch
Oh, man, a real job would work your nerves real quick
That's real shit I told that I was real sick
Reality can be so much to deal with
It's why I smoke like a Jamaican waking and baking organic buzz that I'm blazing, self made
Dog, fuck what you making, ugh
I wanna do a song with R.A. the Rugged Man, not [?]
And I should be praying for y'all frauds faking
For real, my game's so strong I could go to the fair
And take your bitch on a ferris wheel, cop a feel
And then shock that pussy, call her line electric eel
Oh, my stress high just like the electric bill
Be about your buisness or die, this buisness for real
That's wisdom for real, ugh
I told my pops to get his shit right
I work seventeen hours in the snow like fuck a [?] life
On bitch I shit twice
I'm taking competition out like Hulk in a fistfight
Broke as fuck is what I live like
So much negative bullshit I need a big bag of weed and a cool whip
Two girls dressed up as school chicks
Get my dick licks and a big kiss, my flow like a python
Don't fuck with me when I'm pissed
I got some much education I'll make your school day dismissed
Real talk, I'm tired of eating oatmeal and crisp
I be spitting that hip hop, but on the internet I barely exist
Man, my arms feeling like Popeye, I'll pop you in the eye with my fist
And I smack a dirty bitch with a dirty fish
I got a dirty dream and as a dirty mind, that's a dirty [?]
All these unsigned rappers: good luck getting rich
Record labels wanna fuck you 'til you their bitch
Oh, man, a real job would work your nerves real quick
That's real shit I told that I was real sick
Reality can be so much to deal with
It's why I smoke like a Jamaican waking and baking organic buzz that I'm blazing, self made
Dog, fuck what you making, ugh
I wanna do a song with R.A. the Rugged Man, not [?]
And I should be praying for y'all frauds faking
For real, my game's so strong I could go to the fair
And take your bitch on a ferris wheel, cop a feel
And then shock that pussy, call her line electric eel
Oh, my stress high just like the electric bill
Be about your buisness or die, this buisness for real
That's wisdom for real, ugh