Street Talk lyrics

This next track is for all my straight n*ggas out there, my hood n*ggas. My Grammy n*ggas, ya dig? Trap n*ggas. Whatever you wanna call it, homie. For real, n*gga. You know what I'm sayin'?
That's what this sh*t all about. Sad to say, but sh*t, it just is what it is. Real talk, n*gga. Count this money, ya dig? This Charlie. This [?]. This guap. This cake, this mulah. Hah, for real, n*gga. You out here in these streets n*gga, and you f*ckin' up, n*gga, you got a motherf*ckin' so-called circle, n*ggas that you f*ck with. Nggas ain't telling you that you f*ckin' up? And n*ggas on they sh*t. And ain't tryna put you up on your sh*t. For you to be a n*gga good out here n*gga. Ain't your n*ggas, get the f*ck away from that circut, ya dig? For real, n*gga. f*ck with that [?], get you some [?] n*ggas around your motherf*cking circle, n*gga. You do that sh*t, you ain't got sh*t else to worry about, ya dig? [?]. You feel me. Holla at your boy