Real Life

One take adlibs, we 'bouta do this shit real quick then y'all go back to doing what y'all was doing

Yeah, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh, you ready?

Aaaah

Before I dive in that water, I'm closing my eyes

Look at me now, I done turned to a man

I know pops would be proud if he still was alive

I don't need nobody ridin' with me (Nobody)

This a Coupe and I'm cool with a two-door ride

Tell the tailor to go back, this ain't my size

We got switches and drac's if you play with the guys

This rap shit cool but a curse in disguise

Long live Wannie, I'm pouring the drank on the Jay (Long live Wan')

I'm giving brodie some money, I counted up twenty-four thousand, I made it today

Bitch, I got real life problems, so why would I ever be worried about Kendrick and Drake? (Yeah)

Brodie got real life beef he can't walk out the house in his hood without clutching a drac' (Yeah)

**** this real life

Why would I ever be worried about something that ain't about pape'?

R.I.P Martin, I gotta be great

Counting my pockets, he must be a—

Counting my pockets, he must be a snake

And it's sum' about **** that really be weird

I used to write my raps in a notebook, sing 'em to bro, bro, I waited for years

Hope **** ain't thinkin' this shit easy

I wasted blood, sweat, tears, we in the hood, deep, yeah

Should I go bustdown grill or veneers?

I'm in a mansion right now, I'm recording

It’s no more what if, we made it, we here

I'm switching everything up on these ****

Down to my clothes, my flows and gear

And **** gon' do it like that

Long live Wannie, I'm pouring the drank on the Jay (Long live Wan')

I'm giving brodie some money, I counted up twenty-four thousand, I made it today

Bitch, I got real life problems, so why would I ever be worried about Kendrick and Drake? (I don't fuck with Kendrick and Drake ****)

Brodie got real life beef he can't walk out the house in his hood without clutching a drac'

**** this real life (Brr, brr, brr)