Real Talk – 18K Lyrics – Real Talk

Real Talk – 18K Lyrics Meaning

[Parte I – prod. d/rose & 4997]
[Intro]
This intro sets the crew vibe, shouting out names and the 18 identity, like a quick roll call before jumping into their chaotic world.

[Ritornello]
Here he paints his everyday life as wild and messy. He jumps from talking about future dreams like naming a daughter, to dr�gs being everywhere, to moving with security and doing shady things to survive. He mixes humor with stress, mentioning sick friends and illegal money, while making it clear he doesn’t care about normal rules or safe choices. It sounds proud, reckless, and tired of anything basic or predictable.

[Strofa 1]
In this part, he shows a loud ego mixed with confusion and bitterness. He talks about people acting fake, using religion or habits without really believing in them. He hypes himself up, listens to his own music, and feels like he’s doing something important, but everything around him still feels ugly and empty. Relationships feel shallow, full of insults, boredom, and disrespect on both sides. He doesn’t trust love and sees s*x as meaningless. He also shows disgust toward people who spend money foolishly or chase appearances. Money becomes the main focus, almost like a demand rather than a goal. Overall, he sounds arrogant on the surface, but underneath there’s anger, disappointment, and a lack of real connection with others.

[?:Paypal]
This short part feels like a rushed wish list. He demands money, bodies, power, and ownership as if everything should come instantly. He brags about doing things even when told it’s impossible. At the same time, he mocks people obsessed with fitness or fake looks, calling them artificial. Selling dr�gs and driving around casually shows how illegal hustle feels normal to him, almost boring.

[Ritornello]
Again, he repeats the idea of living between dreams and chaos. Family thoughts clash with dr�gs, crime, and danger. He reminds listeners that his money doesn’t come clean and that he doesn’t respect normal lifestyles. The repetition makes it feel like a cycle he’s stuck in, where stress, sickness, and illegal work keep coming back, and he proudly rejects anything ordinary.

[Strofa 2]
This verse dives deeper into his mental state. He starts angry and confused, asking what went wrong. Simple daily actions feel heavy and depressing, and he describes physical discomfort and emotional coldness. He says he’s not violent, yet his thoughts jump to extreme and disturbing ideas, showing inner chaos rather than real intent. He talks about growing up rough, not gambling, and barely surviving while others try to lecture him about life. There’s sarcasm when he talks about stealing, fake success, and people pretending to be impressive. Money briefly gives him energy, but attention and fame make him want to disappear. He feels superior and detached, mocking other artists and comparing highs to cartoons or shocking figures. Overall, this section feels like a messy mix of trauma, pride, survival instincts, and a mind that never really rests.

[Ritornello]
Once more, the chorus reinforces his reality. Dreams of family and future are drowned in dr�gs, smoke, crime, and sick friends. He keeps reminding everyone that his life doesn’t follow clean paths and that he refuses to respect standard ways of living. It feels like he’s repeating it to convince himself as much as the listener.

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

[Strofa]
This long verse feels like a stream of blunt observations about life, fame, and hypocrisy. He starts by saying money can be used in many ways, but it doesn’t solve everything. He jumps between drug references, travel, and watching other rappers fail, almost celebrating their downfall. Even his own successful albums feel empty to him, showing how numb he’s become. He criticizes people who complain too much while real suffering exists every day. Attraction, s*x, and emotions are described in crude ways, mixing humor with discomfort. He pushes people away, saying he wants them gone, and claims money itself is worthless, even though it still controls everything. He draws hard lines between himself and others, saying they don’t share values, goals, friends, or creative vision. Fame numbers don’t impress him, and relationships are full of contradictions and sarcasm. He mocks trends, fashion, fake gangsters, and shallow luxury, while also admitting he enjoys free stuff and avoids paying for simple things. He feels hated and misunderstood but also innocent in his own eyes. The ending shows everyday scenes before parties, mixing normal routines with drug culture. The whole verse feels like someone exhausted by the scene, rejecting it loudly while still being trapped inside it.

[Outro]
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[Parte III – prod. TwentyTwo & Exynos]
[Intro]
This intro is just casual voices and energy, like friends checking in and setting a loose, late-night studio mood.

[Ritornello]
Here he talks about constant contradiction in s*x, work, and emotions. No matter what he does, it’s never right or enough. When he focuses on money, creativity suffers, and when he focuses on music, money disappears. Attraction fades quickly, leaving him unchanged but empty. He admits the pain never ends and that smiling for others only makes him feel more alone. It shows emotional burnout behind a careless lifestyle.

[Strofa]
In this verse, he continues describing a life that looks exciting but feels hollow. Traveling after making money doesn’t bring peace. Sweet images and jokes hide deeper frustration and boredom. He talks about people who change everything, mental health issues that go ignored, and how he doesn’t care enough to get help. Trust is low, and everyone feels like they’re hiding something. He makes it clear he avoids hard dr�gs despite the chaos around him. Family news shocks him, mixing humor with disbelief and hope. He questions modern music standards, saying quality isn’t about technique, and refuses to play the expert role. Money problems, rough desires, and emotional needs clash, especially when he wants comfort after s*x. Material excess feels pointless, and even very attractive people don’t excite him anymore. Simple moments with friends, like throwing stones by a river and getting dirty, feel more real than fame. It ends grounded, reminding us he’s still just stuck in this cycle.

[Ritornello]
The chorus repeats the same emotional loop. Nothing aligns the way it should, whether it’s s*x, money, or creativity. Desire fades fast, pain keeps going, and public smiles hide growing loneliness. It sounds like a tired confession that no success or pleasure is fixing what’s broken inside.

[Outro]
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