Real Talk by Margiela Myers Lyrics
(Intro)
I let my guard down..
That's what I won't do again..
(Hook: Margiela)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Running up my numbers, all these hundreds in my hands
I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, when did that begin?
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no
(Verse 1: Margiela)
No, don't..
Get to talking, better (shh)
You'd think that I'm hunting, how I hop up out the bush
I kick it like punting, I got something you can push (uh)
Add a little soda, and then whip it 'til it's mush (whip, whip)
Money counter in Dior, I got the cashier feeling "stush"
I drop a bag on his head, or at the mall like - swoosh!
Real deal stepper, I don't need to be pushed
Big dog feed my pockets, make the trap say - woof!
(Chorus: Margiela Myers)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Cuz if you double-cross me, cut the fingers off ya hand
And I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, I don't give a damn!
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no
(Verse 2: CDB Benzo)
Are you gon' ride for me? (grrt)
In the midst of it all are you gon' slide for me? (rrah)
If we get caught in the mix, are you gon' die for me?
Cuz I ain't playing with you, nigga I'm dying for you
I'ma wait for you too
Don't need no credit for the dub, man I'ma hand it to you
And I been going thru the motions, and I figured it's you
These nigga's wanna live my life, but they can't fit in my shoes
I be ducking red & blue - but I can't give them no clue
And all this money I been making, swear to God that I can rake it
If I ever catch a case, my lawyer sizzled that like bacon
CDB run through my blood cuz all this money I been chasing
And nigga's be always hating, and snitches be always framing
Man I love ya, no one above ya
Fuck around, I slump ya, I keep it 100 (one hunna)
And I been slaving, got it out the pavement
Once I get it all, I'm never coming back to basic
(Chorus: Margiela)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Running up my numbers, all these hundreds in my hands
I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, I don't give a damn!
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no
I let my guard down..
That's what I won't do again..
(Hook: Margiela)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Running up my numbers, all these hundreds in my hands
I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, when did that begin?
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no
(Verse 1: Margiela)
No, don't..
Get to talking, better (shh)
You'd think that I'm hunting, how I hop up out the bush
I kick it like punting, I got something you can push (uh)
Add a little soda, and then whip it 'til it's mush (whip, whip)
Money counter in Dior, I got the cashier feeling "stush"
I drop a bag on his head, or at the mall like - swoosh!
Real deal stepper, I don't need to be pushed
Big dog feed my pockets, make the trap say - woof!
(Chorus: Margiela Myers)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Cuz if you double-cross me, cut the fingers off ya hand
And I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, I don't give a damn!
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no
(Verse 2: CDB Benzo)
Are you gon' ride for me? (grrt)
In the midst of it all are you gon' slide for me? (rrah)
If we get caught in the mix, are you gon' die for me?
Cuz I ain't playing with you, nigga I'm dying for you
I'ma wait for you too
Don't need no credit for the dub, man I'ma hand it to you
And I been going thru the motions, and I figured it's you
These nigga's wanna live my life, but they can't fit in my shoes
I be ducking red & blue - but I can't give them no clue
And all this money I been making, swear to God that I can rake it
If I ever catch a case, my lawyer sizzled that like bacon
CDB run through my blood cuz all this money I been chasing
And nigga's be always hating, and snitches be always framing
Man I love ya, no one above ya
Fuck around, I slump ya, I keep it 100 (one hunna)
And I been slaving, got it out the pavement
Once I get it all, I'm never coming back to basic
(Chorus: Margiela)
I let my guard down once, that's what I can't do again
Running up my numbers, all these hundreds in my hands
I remember when - you used to sing my song, like a fan
Now you're hating on me, I don't give a damn!
This that real talk
Real talk, I just wanna know (know)
Junkies on my line, getting high on the low-low
VV's keep me fly, pouring lean in a solo
Blick came with a beam, opp survival's a no-no