[Intro]
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
Said we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real

[Verse 1]
I want a drop top Porsche with
Two seats and a drop-dead gorgeous
Cutie with a aux like "hold it!"
Blue jeans and a butt like "woah bitch!"
I'ma need a few trees, I ain't talking QPs
If and when I do re, you should bring a few skis
I'ma need a few things
How many do you think'll be enough to feel this golden?
I'ma just tryna change the colour of my shoes, see?
Have you ever fell in love without a few drinks?
That's why she buzzin' off the bottle of and a booth ting
That's why I never went to college and I'm touring
I'm just in it for the dollars and the groupies
Word to Illy, I'm just tryna watch some movies
Rock the building like an awkward n*** scene
And pull it off 'cause I do me

[Chorus]
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
So we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
So we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real
[Verse 2]
Just a couple young poets
Here to save real Hip Hop from becoming unnoticed
And everything keeps coming up roses
The up-most, I'm the one to come closest
Yeah, we ain't talking no shit
My whole clique on the road, won't quit
Road trip 'til we grow homesick
Hit a lot of potholes, but the flow don't skip, uh
I need a Pabst in a frosted glass
Across the map, Alaska to Boston, Mass
Cigar wraps 'til my lungs collapse front to back
Hands up in a flash like jumping jack
No bull, I'm on the run in Pamplona
Promoters blowing my damn phone up
Dressed to kill like Basil Rathbone
This is it, outro like ode to Camp Lo

[Chorus]
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
So we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real
[Verse 3]
Beware, P-squares and Skevious Tips
Ye ain't know? Go peep their previous shit
Ye ain't like it, don't leave me a tip
I wouldn't rewrite it not the teeniest bit
Ask the key grip, I don't read from the script
Pass the P's please
We at capacity in this bitch
I ain't drippin', I'm leakin'
I ain't trippin', I'm tweakin'
Try again, I ain't fit in, always eager to dip
I ain't the plug, but it's easy to get
Don't need me a middleman, I don't need the assist
Don't need me a little man, or a litter
I hit it and then I quit her
I'm finna start makin' love, not just sneakin' it in
You see a man in the back as a matter of fact
And when he rap, make up for any swagger he lacks
Power to purgatory, I've heard the story before
Don't wanna hurt anymore, I wanna cease to exist

[Chorus]
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
So we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
So we ain't talking no shit, we just keepin' it real
We just keepin' it real, we just keepin' it real