Real-E Ripe - Talking Shit Lyrics

This the realist shit I ever wrote
But I'm dyslexic I ain't writing though
I've been Sippin really slow
Working on how I'm bout to break down this flow
Bitch Niggas I don't wanna hear it
I just want to see the rise of the realest
I've been getting money from the day that I started
Y'all Niggas ain't even working on your profits
Y'all be wasting money in this the Stu, ohhh
I just built it in my home and spit these royal blues
Niggas keep saying that I'm luminati
I can't sell my soul the world don't print enough money
So I gotta grind it on my own,and bring all the money to the circle and the family
How you Niggas say that you on, and then you meet with labels just to beg them for a loan
I'm the type of goat that roam is alone
Looking at that mountain, is that Aries? You already know
Cause a Nigga here built for war
F*ck what you got nigga show me what you ready for
They ain't put the barrel to your face
Right next to my mom I told a nigga make my day
Should of seen how he got out the way
Put that on my life they still can't put that on my grave
I feel like Austin Powers tell my ho to behave
Now she playing with the pussy and she wetting backstage
See she going warm it up
Cause this the warm-up
I don't need to take my wind breakers off I ball son
I don't even know what they on son
But I hope they all die not slow
We evolve like Darwin
The irony of survival of the fittest is that it's 2018 you can't survive just rocking fit-its
Sold dad hats so call a nigga Sion papi