Tekst piosenki 'Real Talk' wykonawcy CyHi The Prynce

(Verse)
We're here watch the oven
Both hands, wash the face
That was food for thought, nigga go wash your plate
My kingdom is the firm,and pimp I'm Dr.Dre
Good music is the team and Shawty I'm Dr.J
These real niggaz do real things
We don't talk,we don't spill beans
Start selling meat when I'ma 15
Hindi heels I'm feel green
Got a stupid chain got an ill ring
Check 'em nigga that's real bling
Got my drum major I keep a band
And a bunch of hopes in my dream team
Young prince I know real kings
I don't sleep but I still dream
Born and raised in the dirty south
But when you see me I'm still clean
Shawty I'm a legend in the A Dominique Wilkins
I got a question to ask you all
Any real players in the building

(Hook)
I'm in the club, going like the cross
Chilling in my section
Smoking that exhaust
Your bitch was on my dick
But shawty that ain't my fault
So before you start some shit
I suggest you walk ,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Jealousy that's against the law
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk

(Verse)
I said man sharping man
Like steel sharping steel
I'm the streets start to feel
I make music y'all could feel
We ain't talking 'bout no money
If you ain't talking meals
Took my advice to the bank
In exchange for larger bills
Boy I keep alot of hoes
You can ask my partner Pill
If Tamika ain't gon' fuck
Then I know that Tasha will
You went and bought the bitch a truck
From me she barely got a meal
You look like one of them rap niggaz
Who never got a deal
But I'm a B O S S
Jumping out of that SS
Highschool ,suburban tale
She most attracted about best dress
I'm so happy to be alive
But everyday I'm getting fresh
She ain't ready on my gig
And we ain't even had sex yet
I got the discount you paid the retail rate
Don't be jealous motherfucker that's the females trait
She let the whole gang bang we call her East LA
'Cause I'm a B12 nigga you just a CLK

(Hook)
I'm in the club, going like the cross
Chilling in my section
Smoking that exhaust
Your bitch was on my dick
But shawty that ain't my fault
So before you start some shit
I suggest you walk ,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Jealousy that's against the law
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk

(Verse)
Lately I play, banged us an eagle
Got dove storm swing from a charm
Ben Franklin tated in my arm
My nigga eating know I'm a doin
Bit dough no papa chunks
All they done versace on
Medusa here tryin' to duck your face
I partly miss, I pour a mess
I stay low I keep demand
Going for the high on bussy here
We in the building we do it big
I'm in the build with your bitch
And you know this, I hide the bottles hope you noticed
Deep down the flower's ferocious,so sick
Bi-bitch I'm in my zone,bitch I'm on this
Knock it at the park base is loaded
My nine hole waiting to go watch me tot' it
Nigga's looking like they be wantin'
But that 40 shit to stay on it
I'm in the Penthouse I'm a 2000
My bitch spare her affair
I get rest she can handle that
Feel pleasure we smash that
New cool baby tell that
All the money where your swag at
You see me I burn treat
To a thirty queen you can rail that

(Hook)
I'm in the club, going like the cross
Chilling in my section
Smoking that exhaust
Your bitch was on my dick
But shawty that ain't my fault
So before you start some shit
I suggest you walk ,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk
Jealousy that's against the law
Real talk,real talk
Real talk,real talk