Mo Reala (feat. Future)

Super

You can feel the pain on a young ****, you hear me?

Future Hendrix

Yeah, young rich ****

Fucking bad bitches, that's all I know

What up

It's sad to say that

Hendrix

This couldn't be love, man

This couldn't be love

Check out the way I be glistening, ya

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, ya

Diamonds, they draped in my portfoli-ya

Fill up a safe, I'm mo reala than ya

Fuck my new case, I'm mo reala than ya

Ace by the case, I'm mo reala than ya

Sleep with the K, I'm mo reala than ya

A regular day, I'm more chiller than ya

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out

**** talk shit, ain't gon' never be found

Counting it up and I'm losing the count

Fuck all this tussin, this act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around

Ice on below, this ain't regular ice

Hop on a private, ain't regular flights

Smash on your ho, this is everyday life

I filled the safe up from cooking the white

Fall out the pyrex, the cake, and the bowl

Used to the fame, y'all ain't taking my soul

Came in the game, I was hot as a stove

Pour out some lean, I'm tryna let it go

Rockin' Celine from her head to her toe

Fur on her back, in the summer, she cold

VVs gon' light up and glisten, they glow

Blindin' your eyesight, you're never gon' see

Came out the six, damn, my diamonds on fleek

I made a mill in the middle of the week

I sell a chicken in the middle of the street

When I drop a tape the murder rate increase

Fuck all tha poppin', I stay with some bands

Shawty so yellow, she stay with a tan

Diamonds on me, got some rocks in my hand

Fuck the police, gotta stay with the can

I drop the top off a regular Wraith

Shawty on Perc, this a drug at a day

I got the torch, I can't give it away

Ain't no remorse, you get hit in the face

Check out the way I be glistening, ya

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, ya

Diamonds, they draped in my portfoli-ya

Fill up a safe, I'm mo reala than ya

Fuck my new case, I'm mo reala than ya

Ace by the case, I'm mo reala than ya

Sleep with the K, I'm mo reala than ya

A regular day, I'm more chiller than ya

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out

**** talk shit, ain't gon' never be found

Counting it up and I'm losing the count

Fuck all this tussin, this act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around

Four-door Bugatti, you mention a G

Brand new Millennium, might hit the streets

I stacked it up, get to having a feast

I racked it up like Serena with me

Like it's Venus with me, got the Nina with me

We screaming Freebandz, this money ain't free

I cook it up, I'ma cook up a key

When I cook up a key, I'ma charge you a fee

I did it first, it ain't none but a trend

Swerve on a curb, it ain't none but a Benz

I was on two then I took it to ten

Keep in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'

Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home

Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong

Get to that money, that's all I condone

Shoot at your top, you ain't fucking with homes

We hit the block, had a bag full of stones

Jugged off a bale before I made a song

They ain't gon' tell you how I got it on

I'm not a failure, I'm deep in my zone

Paraphernalia, I serve you a chrome

Super exclusive when I put it on

We getting zooted where I'm coming from

Toasting that lean like it's Dom Perignon

Check out the way I be glistening, ya

Four-door Bugatti, you mention me, ya

Diamonds, they draped in my portfoli-ya

Fill up a safe, I'm mo reala than ya

Fuck my new case, I'm mo reala than ya

Ace by the case, I'm mo reala than ya

Sleep with the K, I'm mo reala than ya

A regular day, I'm more chiller than ya

Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon' never thaw out

**** talk shit, ain't gon' never be found

Counting it up and I'm losing the count

Fuck all this tussin, this act I'ma down

Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds

Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around

We get that guap, ain't no fucking around

Yeah, young rich ****

Fucking bad bitches, that's all I know

It's sad to say that