[Intro]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as fuck, but she probably-
Real talk
High as fuck, don't even know what it's-
Young 79, hihsheen, n***a, you know what's going on
Real talk

[Verse 1]
Try ya luck
She might be fine as fuck, but she probably line you up (Tuff)
High as fuck, don't even know what it's called, but it got me tired and stuck (Yeah, yeah)
'Bout a buck
I wear Amiri and Butta's and no, I ain't tying 'em up (Yeah)
Grind it up
That shit was harder than ever, I'm telling you, times was tough (Let's go)
Die or cuffs
A lot of shit come with the streets, I still was like, "Sign me up"
Finally up
These bitches gon' drop to they knees, they all be dying to fuck
Lying for what?
These bitchеs throw dirt on your name when you don't be buying 'еm much
Fire it up
I stop responding when she told me it was her time of the month (Real talk)
She kinda skinny, I think I should buy her a butt
I'm smoking, I'm wired, I'm up (Let's go)
They might be fly, but n***as ain't flyer than us, you bitches is liars and sluts (Yeah)
I told my mom I took acid and she like, "Shakur, why you keep on trying that stuff?" (Yeah)
Walked in the mall wit' my plastic, I can't stop swiping, I can't stop buying this stuff (Yeah, youngin)
Buying a Benz or buying a truck
Tying loose ends, it is what it was
Lost a few friends and they was like blood (Ah)
I don't depend, this shit from the mud
I gotta win, this shit for my cuz
Nice wit' the pen, and got me a buzz (Real talk)
Food stamp pin to get me a grub
Now I eat steak and I need it well done
[Chorus]
Real talk (Real talk)
I'm making my way to the top (Yeah)
I told you it came with a lot
My options, I'm weighing 'em out
I got to the door, it was locked
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I fucked but ain't pay for the box
On TV, I came from the block
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah)
On my own, I was trapping it out
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I told
I told you it came with a lot (Real talk)
Start making my way to the top (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I been told you n***as that I was on top of my game
No luggage, I hopped on the plane
I let n***as tell it 'cause I ain't got time to explain, I been through the sunshine and rain
I just wan' to hang, and I couldn't even do that (Real talk, keep it going)
Watch all ya friends 'cause they be the ones, the ones, that's turning they back (I mean that)
I don't depend, I get off my ass and get it, I know how to trap (Yeah)
Spitting, I know how to rap (I'm in)
If I'm giving, I don't want it back (Okay)
Gotta listen way more than you chat (Let's go)
Pedal it's to the floor, in the 'Cat (Yeah)
N***as be in a war with no strap (Real talk)
I don't fight over whores, give 'em back (Ah)
Tryna put the whole 4 on the map (Yeah)
Smoking, while I'm recording this track
Got a hundred, need more than that (Okay)
I'ma try to enjoy these racks (I hear you), I'ma try to avoid the crabs (Yeah, yeah)
I just want all my boys wit' bags
You ain't making no noise, you trash
I be thanking the lord I'm gassed
I be thanking the lord I'm blessed (Real talk)
I ain't paying these whores for sex
Gotta work, can't afford to rest
N***as hot, but Kur the best (Yeah, youngin)
I was popped, was more than stressed
Woke me up, she want morning sex (Ah)
It's mimosas and K57s (Real talk)
I'm still coping that Reem up in heaven (Damn)
[Chorus]
Real talk (Real talk)
I'm making my way to the top (Yeah)
I told you it came with a lot
My options, I'm weighing 'em out
I got to the door, it was locked
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I fucked but ain't pay for the box
On TV, I came from the block
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah)
On my own, I was trapping it out
I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came)
I told
I told you it came with a lot (Real talk)
Start making my way to the top (Yeah)