Lil Wayne: Real talk

I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)I mean all I see is money, I got a C-Note between my eyes, (Its Real)Please feel me, Sqad Up nigga, (For Real)I'ma dig deep folk, Dig deep dogg, (Its Real)Now listen, Now what you is?[Verse 1]I am what you call a survivor, like trouble with dramaBut I recover with power, and love it with honorDiscovered as a son of a problemRemember smugglin powder throught the doors of my high schoolTo force up they nostril, 'til it got fullBut now they pop for a pillLil one here's what's up, Drugs could killBut drugs could healIf ya, ahh, ill for that good feelAnd it feels good when them fields pullWe wheels quarters through the real raw parts of the streetsMy hearts in the streets, So watch what ya stepWhen ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech'sSpecials and Pumps, Vests is for chumpsEat ya chests for lunch, munchYoung country dude, hunt ya down with toolsRepsect my presence, I step with weaponsYou fall in secondsIts all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop from itReal nigga talk, No frontinHeh[Chorus]Do you understand the words that are comin out of my mouth?If ya dont its because I'm speakin real niggaReal nigga, This here is real nigga talkReal nigga talk dogg, I hope you feel meLet me talk to you dogg, You gotta feel meI hope you feel me, You gotta feel meListen[Verse 2]Chrome's hidden inside of my tiresYou should see the size of my tiresRidin' on Mark McGwires, I spark the fireGot me higher than a late flightFrom L.A. to New York twice in the same nightGot some shit in my bag to make ya vein white, Cocaine pipeWatch homie's brains get rain whippedThats the type of sight to make Wayne rightThey sayin life is short but money is long, And money is lifeSo for now I'm runnin the lights, in the 600 with pipesHop out, Collar Polo, and under the stripes is something that bitesWe will be thuggin for lifeAnd can't nothin pursuede or change usWe gangstas, we live it, I'm in the post without a PippenBut fuck it, I'm just shootin when I can't moveWho'da knew I can't loseAnd truthfully through the loot that's Young Money EntertainmentYou get it arranged then holla at me[Chorus: w/ minor variations][Verse 3]I burn in the winter, stand up in the fallStand up in the stands, and stand up for my dogsThem asses I will spall, the plan is too ballBut the stuff I got in my pants cuffis enough to make'em put my hands on the wallWork, push on the strip, I'm pushin the whipFat back pockets, my cushion if I'm lookin to slipI'm hookin ya lip, If ya play hookie with my chipsPut that ass kitchen, bitch, when ya cookin that shitDodge hoes, jukin and shitCause I can see beautiful women, but I'm not lookin for shitI'm from the hood where you tooken for shitSo you gotta take the shit, and make ya shitI had to bring home the bacon bitsCause Pop's was fakin, and he left a nigga bakin shitNow my heart ache and itch, from all the flagrant shitI gotta take in, and thug outReal nigga talk, bitch[Chorus w/ minor variations]