[Verse 1: Sy Ari da Kid]
Still treat a bad bitch like she ain't a dime
I'm running lights like it ain't a crime
I'm on the grind, [?] go figure
I know some hoes realer than you n***as
Speak on that man when you see his face
Can't go to church, 'cause the preacher fake
Don't give a fuck if I offend you
I eat whatever's on the menue
Give a shit about a bitch or a slut, n***a, fuck these hoes
And I know damn well what they really wanna fuck me for
Get up off my back, goddman, let me handle my business
And this ain't no rap [?] God be my wittness

[Chorus: Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n***a
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n***a
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n***a
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n***a
And anywhere I go, n***a, it's all good

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
All these n***as screaming that real shit
They [?] fake shit
Got a lotta bark, but ain't gon' bite shit
Quick to pick up a tool, but he won't fight
So he dumping on [?]
N***as stay inside, 'cause them killers roaming at night
[?] Alley rapping [?] ain't cool
I'm that lil n***a from back in school, used to be taking your food
If you know 'bout Alley Boy, you know Trouble
You know [?], you know Sosa
[?]
[?]
Tryna catch one of these big fish
Big pussy, big [?]
Lil partner used to be snitching
Back in the streets, he doing the same thing
So it's hard for a n***a to maintain
Surrounded by these fake n***as
This ain't no ferrytale, this my life, [?] I'm a real n***a
[Chorus: & Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n***a
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n***a
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n***a
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n***a
And anywhere I go, n***a, it's all good

[Verse 3: Eldorado Red]
Sex, money, murder, drugs, I grew accustomed
To coming round here if you want n***as [?] bust at you
I ain't really trusting you, no gun, I'm snuffing you
Dead, I'm cracking your jaw
Pussy n***a, you talk what? Rob who?
Last n***a tried that, 40 [?] clap and made his whole head splat
Red got a dumb sack, stupid loud kush pack
Tales of a real n***a, you know where the fuck I'm at
Dirty junky money, in the slum where the [?] at
[?] that's my hood neighbor, we ain't gon' speak on that
1's, 10's and 5's, in the [?] running up racks
1's, 10's and 5's in the [?] getting to the sack

[Verse 4: Coach Ricky J]
I can spot a real n***a when he come [?]
That's how the kid came up [?] less than one month
One n***a that believed in a young n***a
If he say, I'll take the soul from a dumb n***a
Fuck nhiggas, no, I don't fuck with ya
Before I do, duplicate my [?] picture
From the clean to the green to the pills, n***a
What's realer than a tale from a real n***a?
Coach Ricky
[Chorus: Coach Ricky J]
Tales of a real n***a
Gotta keep it 100 if you know 'bout me
The tales of a real n***a
Say whatever I want, goddamn, I'm free
Tales of a real n***a
Do whatever I want when I'm in my hood
The tales of a real n***a
And anywhere I go, n***a, it's all good