Real Life ft. Bill$up Lyrics

Aye

Daddy's on these headphones

Im on these ones

You got them headphones

Man this shit my real life

I can't fake or fraud

Naw

Money stacking tall

Ball

Life will hit you hard

That's why you can't tell me nothing

Especially how to spend these racks

That's a fact

You shoot at me I'm shooting back

Had cut her off got too attached

Bedford Ave. I was born and raised

Jumped in the game at fourteen

We been masked up before quarantine

If you my bitch can't leave me horny

These niggas be way to corny

Forsurely

Them big racks on me buldging

I been keeping it real you been trolling

Leaving me's like suicide

Super high

Boy you ain't no friend of mine or kin of mine

X'd out leave him minimized

Wash my hands they sanitized

Too petty I can't let it ride

Can't wait until we see them guys

You can't tell me nothing , no

Momma said that I should smile more

I been trapping lately

I been living like drug lord

Nana remember I broke ya stove?

Trying turn a half to O

I remember the days I thought we was broke

Water went off I ain't know we was poor

I'd of been selling dope bags

Right on Craft Ave

With the .45

Oh wait , shit I did that

Trapping like my dad

Don't want to hear about what you had

As far as I remember, I been stacking through the whole December

Cold and shivering

If you cross me

I'm the wrong nigga

Ain't scared to make no enemies

I'm scared to share love with you

Split the plug with you

Trapped out , burned down Josephine

Broke the bed off half a bean

Then crossed the street and served a feen

My type of credit get you ten P's

Clientele

Might as well hop in the game your self

Everything for sale

I been smoking fighting my demons

In the check out line I been shopping at Neimus

And the rest all mine

Won't say it I don't mean it

Man this shit my real life

I can't fake or fraud

Naw

Money stacking tall

Ball

Life will hit you hard

That's why you can't tell me nothing

Especially how to spend these racks

That's a fact

You shoot at me I'm shooting back

Had cut her off got too attached

Bedford Ave. I was born and raised

Jumped in the game at fourteen

We been masked up before quarantine

If you my bitch can't leave me horny

These niggas be way to corny

Forsurely

Them big racks on me buldging

I been keeping it real you been trolling