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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy
Performer
Rose Gold
Background Vocals
Dave Foreman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simmie Sims III
Composer
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Composer
Terrance Martin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Producer
Terrance Martin
Co-Producer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Matt Jacobson
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
La da da la da
La da da da da da da da
La da da la da
La da da da da da
Yeah
Hey, I remember when
I remember when I was just a kid
I was just a kid tryna get big
Now I'm gettin' big, gettin' real big, ooh
Play another gig, droppin' new ****
Yeah, bunch of bull****, problems still exist
Damn, tryna figure out how to live without
Yeah, gotta shake it off, gotta get it out
Yeah, when I get it I'll give it all away
Huh, when they not involved, **** gon' hate
Huh, I don't **** wit' y'all **** anyway
Nah, I just pray that I'll make it home safe
Aww, yeah
La da da da da (La da)
La da da da da da da da
Everyday a little more pressure
I'm goin' through some real ****
It's more than the music
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
(Yeah) I've been goin' through some real life ****
Man, I want some mo'
I got to make, money everyday
We can't even relate
Uh uh, no way
These **** up in my face
Get out my face
Hennessy wit' no chase
Manager on my case
On my heart and my soul
Dawg, we gotta get paid
Gotta get out my crib, I'm tryna cop me a new one
Tryna cop my mom a crib, my daddy one too
Mo' money to the court, I been livin' in debt
I got my homies and my sistas and they all need my help
I'm tryna make up my mind, I gotta make a decision
I'm just a regular **** on an irregular mission
Tryin' tell 'em like
****, it's more than the music, ****
I be goin' through some real life ****
****, I spend my last on some drugs
I'm hittin' up all my plugs
I'm goin' out to the clubs
My rent is due on the first
I keep on breakin' my phone
Tickets on my car window
I can't take this **** no mo'
I ain't thinkin' about you
Way too focused on my dreams
I need less of what I want
I want more of what I need
Listen up, I got a little confession
I got some problems wit' women
I just be tryna get in 'em
Don't really wanna be wit' 'em
I can't be catchin' no feelings
Thank God I don't got no children
Because I'm still tryna figure out if we livin' right
La da da da da (La da)
La da da da da da da da
Everyday a little more pressure
I'm goin' through some real ****
It's more than the music
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
****
I been through too much
Never knew enough
Now I'm mannin' up
I done had enough
We the human race
**** Donald Trump
And that **** son
Say it to they face
Like
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
****, it's more than the music
Smokin' blunts in the back, light it up, hollaback
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
It's more than the music
Yeah, I be goin' through some real life ****
Still breathin'
Gettin' grown up
Wit' my day ones
Screamin' **** y'all
Got my cheese up
Thank you Jesus
Take a deep breath
**** hold up
Best believe it
When I finally get the money, I'ma live it up
Hit the gas station, I'm about to fill it up
Hear my song on the radio and kick it up
Do it all day
Do it all night
Do it all week
Real life ****
Livin' my dream
Everyday a little mo' pressure
I'm goin' through some real ****
It's more than the music
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
I've been goin' through some real life ****
It's more than the music
I've been goin' through some real life ****
Written by: Christopher "Brody" Brown, Simmie Sims III, Terrance Martin