Real Talk – 18K Lyrics (English Translation) – Real Talk

Real Talk – 18K Lyrics (English Translation) by Real Talk is a latest Italian song in the voice of Real Talk. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new Real Talk – 18K song lyrics are also written by Real Talk. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America.

The song feels like a chaotic stream of thoughts about money, dr�gs, s*x, fame, and daily life. Real Talk mixes dark humor with bragging and frustration, showing a life that looks wild and successful on the outside but feels empty and confusing inside. He talks about contradictions, loneliness, and chasing pleasure while never really feeling satisfied.

Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) Lyrics

[Part I – prod. d/rose & 4997]

[Intro]
18, Real Talk
Shout out to Kuma, shout out to Bosca, shout out to Khaled

[Chorus]
I’ll name my daughter Antonia, eh
Drügs, we look like a drug store, eh
Outside smoking with the bodyguard, eh
What the fu*k do you want? I was selling octopuses, eh
My bro is having a colic, eh

Because he has kidney stones, eh
Making money by stealing it, eh
Fu*k your standard stuff

[Verse 1]
She screams “Jesus,” but she’s not Catholic
Glasses in hand, but she’s not alcoholic
I’m super egocentric
I get hyped listening to my iconic stuff
We’re making history
We’re making a story with your girl who’s throwing up
I told her: “Stop with the ketamine”
I give her a kiss, then she remains stunned
Talk to the lifers
You don’t want to hear my boring story
I can’t betray you for a cumshot
Baby, you’re special, a wh*re and boring
And a wh*re remains just a wh*re
After you’re done, boring
You who paid for that fat wh*re
Shame on you because she was expensive too
I want eighteen thousand euros

[?: Paypal], send them to me now
I want breasts, send them to me now
Apple stock, send it to me now

It can’t be done, I’ll do it anyway
I hate those who are obsessed with the gym
You’re plastic like a Girella (Italian snack)
I sell a hundred and I take a little trip

[Chorus]
I’ll name my daughter Antonia, eh
Drügs, we look like a drug store, eh
Outside smoking with the bodyguard, eh
What the fu*k do you want? I was selling polyps, huh
My bro is having a colic, huh
Because he has kidney stones, huh
Making money by stealing it, huh
Fu*k your standard stuff, huh

[Verse 2]
Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
What happened?
I was throwing out the trash, I came back depressed
Cold in my ass, I threw myself into bed
Let’s just talk, I’m not violent
I buy a Glock to shoot myself in the head
I buy a stolen Malossi moped
Just to kick cyclists into ditches
My (??) is licensed “Gigi”
Big calluses, I was in a stall
I’ve never played the lottery
Luckily I’m not a loser yet
You want to teach me, but you don’t know how to live
Stealing money from free offerings
She tells me her guy has a short one
I look her in the eyes, I say: “But that’s terrible”
High as an airplane
You’re bloated like an airship
Money, it makes me come alive
Photos, I become invisible
Too cool, how is that possible?
You sing around, how is that possible?
Blue Punisher, I get a syncope
Osama Bin Laden or Cyndaquil

[Chorus]
I’ll name my daughter Antonia, huh
Drügs, we look like a general store, huh
Outside smoking with the bodyguard, huh
What do you want? I was selling polyps, huh
My bro is having a colic, huh
Because he has kidney stones, huh
Making money by stealing it, huh
Fu*k your standard stuff

[Outro]
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[Part II – prod. d/rose]

[Intro]
d/rose

[Verse]
Cash has various functions
I’ve seen various stations
Hash burns a hole in my sweatshirt
When the embers fall on it
MDMA inside the weed
Rappers fail, I’m having a party
Damn it, I threw away two albums
For you they’re hits, for me they’re s*it
Don’t always complain, damn it
People die every day
I need a fat ass
I look at the famous toothpicks you have with you
And I think: “Wow, you really love bones”
Baby says she’s moved
Tongue in the ass, I was moved
I only want one thing, what?
That you get the hell out of here, how? Money is worth nothing, nothing
Green Tabasco on the oyster
Stupid girl, she treats me badly
I’ll end the trial period immediately
You don’t know what it means to cry
Shove that Adderall up your ass
We have different values
We have different goals
We have different friends
We have different producers
So unless you stop being a fu*king nobody
I’m not coming to the studio with you
I don’t care about the numbers
Man loves what he hates, in fact
My girl is a feminist, in fact
I don’t even know a lesbian
Who didn’t end up taking a d!ck
I skip two meals, I eat some pasta, I get my head straight
One hundred horsepower, a thousand horsepower, I don’t know anything about cars
I poop hard without Actimel
Just put on your tracks
New pants, obviously free
Obviously I spend on taxes
Obviously, even as a millionaire, I’m not paying for a taxi
Baddies all have mustaches
Gangsters have grills with tartar, yeah
At the club with flip-flops
Shower gel only sandalwood
Hated like a Nazi
Innocent like a sparrow
Under the house with the rental car
Before the party I tell Mitch to clean his nose

[Outro]
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[Part III – prod. TwentyTwo & Exynos]

[Intro]
Mmh
Hey, hey, hey
Ah, eh, do it
Ayo, Twenty
Yo, Exy, what’s happening?

[Chorus]
I fu*k her slowly, she wants me to go fast
I fu*k her fast, she wants me to go slow
I make some money, the songs don’t come out
I make the songs, the money doesn’t come into my account
You’re so beautiful just before I come
What changed afterwards? I don’t know, I’m the same inside
There’s no end to this damn suffering
I feel sadder and lonelier every time I’m smiling at you

[Verse]
I make some money and go abroad
Frosting on your face makes you sweet, Frosty Kellogg’s
(??) so much, I’m passing the time
This son of a b!tch changes everything, he’s an architect, ah
Black bangs, skull t-shirt, eh
Obviously he has neurological problems, eh
Obviously I have them too
Only I haven’t been diagnosed because I don’t give a damn
Your problem if we have dirty hearts
(??) doesn’t answer, eh, eh
Show me what you’re hiding
All my friends know I don’t mess with powders, eh
I can’t believe it, my brother got an OnlyFans girl pregnant
I’m praying hard, I hope it’s a girl
Mix and master with the JBL
You still think quality is technical
And b!tch, I’m not a technician
Broke without euros, call the guy, give him the money
How much I like it when you act like a \
But then don’t sleep, I want you to cuddle me
Too many clothes, they don’t fit in the closet
Such hot girls don’t make my d!ck hard
Damn, with my friends at the river I throw stones
Yes, yes, I got all covered in mud, 18

[Chorus]
I fu*k her slowly, she wants me to go fast
I fu*k her fast, she wants me to go slow
I make some money, the songs don’t come out
I make songs, the money doesn’t come into my account
You’re so beautiful just before I come
What changed afterwards? I don’t know, I’m the same inside
There’s no end to this damn suffering
I feel sadder and lonelier every time I’m smiling at you

[Outro]
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Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) Video

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Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Part I – prod. d/rose & 4997]
[Intro]
This intro sets the identity of the artist, marks the track as personal, and shows respect to people from his circle who matter to him.

[Chorus]
Here he talks about his chaotic lifestyle in a very exaggerated way. Naming a future daughter shows a random touch of softness, while the rest shows a messy world full of dr�gs, illegal deals, and street logic. Smoking with protection nearby suggests danger and status at the same time. He mentions his friend’s health problems to show real-life struggles mixed with crime. Making money the wrong way shows survival over morals. Rejecting normal standards shows he doesn’t care about society’s rules and lives by his own code.

[Verse 1]
This part jumps between confidence, mockery, and emptiness. He points out how people fake identities, pretending to be something they’re not, just to look interesting. He openly admits being self-centered and proud of his own work, showing strong ego. At the same time, he paints scenes of wild nights, drug use, and meaningless hookups that feel empty rather than exciting. He criticizes shallow relationships and transactional s*x, saying nothing special comes from it in the end. There’s anger toward people who spend money on fake affection, seeing it as pathetic. He also distances himself from loyalty-breaking behavior, suggesting some personal line he won’t cross. Asking for a specific amount of money ties back to obsession with cash as proof of success, while also showing how everything feels reduced to numbers instead of real connection.

[?: Paypal]
This section feels like greedy but sarcastic wish-listing. He demands money, investments, and cosmetic upgrades as if they’re instant needs. It shows impatience and hunger for quick results, even when things seem impossible. He mocks gym-obsessed people, calling them fake and artificial. Comparing others to processed snacks shows how unreal and manufactured they seem to him. Selling a lot and then escaping briefly suggests hustling nonstop, then using small breaks to cope. Overall, it reflects impulsive desires and a mindset stuck between ambition and irony.

[Chorus]
The repeated chorus reinforces how stuck he is in this lifestyle. The same mix of future dreams, dr�gs, danger, sickness, and illegal money keeps looping. It shows how nothing really changes, no matter how many times he repeats it. The frustration toward normal expectations grows stronger, making it clear he feels disconnected from regular life and sees his world as separate and misunderstood.

[Verse 2]
This verse feels more unstable and raw. He describes sudden mood drops, emptiness, and depression coming from ordinary moments. Dark thoughts appear, mixing self-harm jokes with violence, showing mental chaos rather than real intent. He brags and complains at the same time, switching between confidence and insecurity. He talks about rough work, physical struggle, and survival without luck, suggesting pride in endurance. There’s mockery toward people who give advice without understanding real life. Money again becomes both power and illusion, making him feel alive but also invisible. Drug references and random comparisons show a scattered mind. Overall, this part captures confusion, numbness, and a sense of being disconnected from reality while still pushing forward.

[Chorus]
This chorus comes back like a habit he can’t quit. The words feel routine now, showing how deeply trapped he is in this cycle. Crime, sickness, money, and rejection of norms repeat again, highlighting how this life keeps replaying without offering real progress or peace.

[Outro]
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[Part II – prod. d/rose]
[Intro]
d/rose

[Verse]
This long verse feels like a messy diary of thoughts about life, money, relationships, and identity. He starts by saying money has many roles, but none of them feel stable. Dr�gs, parties, and wasted work show how easily things get ruined. He dismisses success that others praise, showing how numb he is to achievements. Death and suffering are mentioned casually, suggesting emotional burnout. His attraction to bodies over personalities feels empty and blunt. He mocks unrealistic beauty standards and people obsessed with appearances. Relationships feel temporary and transactional, with irritation replacing affection. He claims money has no value, yet everything still revolves around it, showing contradiction. He sets boundaries with people who don’t share his values, refusing collaboration unless there’s real substance. Fame and numbers don’t impress him anymore. He points out hypocrisy in social and political identities with crude humor. Daily habits, food, health, and money problems are treated jokingly, masking stress. Luxury doesn’t change his frugal mindset. He paints everyone as flawed, dirty, or ridiculous, including himself. Hate and innocence exist together in how he sees himself. The verse ends with preparation for another party, suggesting the cycle continues without resolution.

[Outro]
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[Part III – prod. TwentyTwo & Exynos]
[Intro]
This intro creates a loose, casual vibe, like friends setting up a session, showing comfort, familiarity, and creative energy.

[Chorus]
This chorus focuses on constant contradiction. Nothing ever matches expectations, whether in intimacy, work, or emotions. Timing is always wrong, no matter what he does. Making money and making music never seem to align. Attraction fades quickly, leaving confusion and emotional distance. He feels unchanged inside, even after pleasure or success. Smiling becomes a mask, hiding growing loneliness. The repeated frustration shows a loop of effort without reward. Pleasure, love, and ambition all fail to bring peace, leaving him stuck in quiet suffering that keeps getting heavier.

[Verse]
Here he talks about traveling and changing places, but not escaping his thoughts. Sweet images and jokes hide boredom and waiting. Certain people suddenly change his path, even when he doesn’t fully understand why. He openly admits mental struggles, treating them casually because he doesn’t care about labels. He accepts emotional dirtiness as part of life. Trust issues appear, asking others to reveal what they hide. He distances himself from hard dr�gs, setting a personal boundary. Family news brings mixed shock and hope, showing a rare emotional moment. He questions ideas of quality and skill, rejecting technical perfection in favor of raw feeling. Money problems still control situations. Desire and tenderness clash, wanting both lust and comfort. Excess doesn’t impress him anymore. Simple moments with friends outdoors feel more real than glamorous scenes. Ending covered in mud suggests grounding himself in something honest, even if it’s messy.

[Chorus]
The final chorus repeats the same emotional conflict, but it feels heavier now. The mismatch between effort and reward hurts more. Physical closeness doesn’t fix emotional distance. Success still doesn’t bring relief. He recognizes that the sadness grows quietly behind forced smiles. Nothing resolves, and the repetition makes the loneliness feel permanent.

[Outro]
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FAQs

Q. Who has sung Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) song?
A. Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) song is sung by Real Talk.

Q. Who wrote Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) lyrics?
A. Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) lyrics are penned by Real Talk.

Q. Who has given the music of Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) song?
A. Real Talk – 18K (English Translation) music is composed and produced by Real Talk.

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