Tay 600 - Real Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in the heart of the jungle
Any nigga try to pull my card we goin' rumble
.45 get to ripping parts till he crumble
Hating ass niggas try to make me fall, like stumble
Choppa shells make him big tall, nigga fuck you
My money talk, y'all shit just mumble
Remember Coach told me get the ball, I ain't fumble
And I still answer when he call cause I'm humble
He talking beef shit, boy we got guns too
Duck and slide through, get to blowing out the sunroof
Put the beam on him, where the fuck you niggas wanna do
We got Macs, Semis, we got drums too
Posted up Smith and Wesson, you can come through
Send a couple young boys, to go hunt you
And they coming quick fast nigga one, two
You the type to sneak diss over shit
I'm the youngin with the gun play from the six
Broke a nigga, y'all boys need a fix
Boy make that A.B.E, call that a assist
Hollow tips get to coming fast like a bitch
JoJo wild niggas on your ass like a bitch
See a opp lacking catch his ass with a bitch
Now his ass laying in the grass or a ditch
Jewelry on me, got these bitches wanna cuff me
FN on me, dare a nigga try to touch me
Twitter woofing like the pussy nigga want beef, slide up on him
Now we up 3, that's what I call a real war nigga
Got them sticks with us, all up on tour nigga
I'll leave yo ass wet like a shore, we them killers
Where you sleep, where your door nigga

[Verse 2]
Niggas rapping about streets but ain't in it
Ask about us LA gang, bitch we winning
Running round in stolen whips, and they tinted
Run into them at the light, now he finished
Boy a bitch gave me top, think she pretty
Flood the block up, make him flip like a gymnast
Got some niggas whip it, roll like a chemist
Run around just him get him, pull him aganist it
I can never show a nigga mercy
If I slide through again, I'm goin' do you dirty
Heard the nigga talkin, like he goin' hurt me
Put shots up in him, right out the 30
All up in his back, they calling him Curry
Paramedics pick him up in a hurry, say what you goin' do
I don't got no worries, if a nigga try to play he get buried

[Verse 3]
Coming where I'm from, it's hella homicides
If you run up on me, let the ruger ride
A lot of niggas they be haters in disguise
I can see it, I just look up in they eyes
Pussy talking shit like, I'm gone let it slide
Choppas sic up on him, no they sleeping on him
If I got it on me put the feet up on him
Leaking in the street then put them sheet up on him
40 clips up on him, 30 sticks up on him
I thought yo ass wasn't lacking, how they get up on you
Talking like you bout it, better keep it on you
Niggas get to clapping now they creeping on you
Niggas think they Cappin, Cap don't even know you