Real Life Lit

Real life lit, pardon my French
But most of these niggas be real life bitch
But I ball so hard, I’ll probably still be scoring in the 5th
You can’t even find ya way off the bench
Gucci all on my waist and I just caught me a case
Lil stupid bitch slipped on my drip
Triple-dub, no assist, my bitch got ass and tits
And ya bitch got bumps on her lips
Real life lit, real life lit
This some real life shit
Instagram bitches, they be real life hit
If I hit you once, then you still my bitch
I need A Milli like Cory Gunz and Lil Wayne
I pop perks like I’m hurt and I don’t feel pain
I sip lean like a nigga got a toothache
Cold heart, a new emoji, got the blue face, damn
I just got me some new chains today
Hope I make it through the rain today
My niggas warming up for action
In the field like they got a game today
Just got a check from my old shit
Then went and made me another one
I thought them niggas was real ones
Turned out they really was bubble gum
I’ve been juggin', finessing, I need all the extras
You play with my money, you leave in a stretcher
My niggas, my brothers, we in this together
We weather the storm, I’ve been moving so clever
I’m dropping on 'em like bird shit
They can’t figure me out, got 'em nervous
Nothing’s promised or perfect
Collecting bread on some church shit
I can’t explain this feeling
When you turned up but you chillin'
You a good guy and a villain
I hope they love me, lord willing
Sky’s the limit, no ceilings
I’ve seen the good turn bad
Seen happy faces turn mad
I’m tryna win, guess it’s my bad
Mama, mama, if I die
Let my vibes stay alive
Don’t let the fake news paint me as a bad guy
Oh if I could be a fly on the wall sometimes
I’d see all the things they hide
Who’s been kissing me with lies
Flow Stone Cold like Steve, yeah
Flow Stone Cold like Steve, yeah
You say you got cheese, aye
That shit make believe, aye
Maybe it’s Born With It, aye
Maybe it’s Maybelline, yeah
Came from the bottom
They wanna follow
We doing major things
All my niggas on some sly shit
Y’all niggas on some kumbaya shit
Got a Chinese bitch that eat with chopsticks
She want a hood nigga that can pop shit
My plug could stuff a car in a suitcase
Me and my dawg goin' ball, need a toupee
Two shake, ten folk
Beat the beat up, switch the tempo
Fast break, pass it to my kinfolk, yeah
Throw it off the glass, that’s a highlight
They don’t want respect, niggas kill you for the limelight
If you looking for a cold bar, here’s a Klondike
Seen niggas buried in the same clothes from prom night, prom night
Dancing with the devil, better have a good two step
Niggas claim they from the mud, never got they boots wet
Gold digging bitches come around and wanna crew rep
Thots got pussy with a tang like the Wu said, yeah
Jolly Rancher and a Sprite got me leaning, aye
Matt behind the scenes, he a genius, yeah
Never let the money come between us, ugh
Real life lit, niggas gleaming
My life like the 4th of July, yeah
I got this lil' bitch from Dubai, aye
I trap and I rap, got two jobs
Still’ll sit on you, lay you down like a futon, yeah
I can’t explain this feeling
When you turned up but you chillin'
You a good guy and a villain
I hope they love me, lord willing
Sky’s the limit, no ceilings
I’ve seen the good turn bad
Seen happy faces turn mad
I’m tryna win, guess it’s my bad
Mama, mama, if I die
Let my vibes stay alive
Don’t let the fake news paint me as a bad guy
Oh if I could be a fly on the wall sometimes
I’d see all the things they hide
Who’s been kissing me with lies