Real Life ft. Sonny Trill Lyrics

Made it from the bottom out the mud

Slower motion dragging like a slug

I ain't built to quit became the plug

Shocked myself I'm fly like magic rugs

In real life, hard to write down what I feel like

Pen get to busting and it's heavy like a steel pipe

Pressure, got 20 bills on my dresser

Grind don't stop til I'm laid on a stretcher

Look at what we did how far we came

Walk across the coals on top the flames

Money trees on beaches with the gang

The dollar crash I need a paper plane

To fly out, sauce gonna drip til it dry out

Cut from the team now the team want to try out

Last of the real and they hope that we die out

Big Bank takes Little Bank this the buyout

What I daydreamed of

Made it Real Life

What I daydreamed of

Made it Real Life

Life ain't never really hit like this

I was at the bottom tryna find myself

I ain't never rock the pots and the stove

I'ma swipe for the dough, had a life that I chose

I was tight being broke had to fight for the bros

Got a knife in my back I was right the road

When I crossed it now I'm just coming up with the bosses

Paid my dues no telling me what it costed

Often, keep it 100 until the coffin

Scoffing, they was just telling me that I lost it

All falls down I build it back up

When it's all said and done we still gonna add up

When it all goes away you still gonna have us

Every dog have it's day the big the bad wolf

Came back for the pack blacker than black

Tell 'em we made won't ever go back

What I daydreamed of

Made it Real Life

What I daydreamed of

Made it Real Life