Real Lyfe Lyrics

Hold on, sitting on my own

Thinking about my life

Hold on, spin the block

I ain't coming back tonight

Roll the dice and I'm coming back to life

All this gang shit, fucking up my life

One, two, three, you gon' die right on sight

It's a lie, I don't play by my life

You gon' shoot, you gon' fight like a thief in the night

He ain't coming to you right

Hit the splee with the sprite

Got you thinking bout your life

Hold on, sitting by myself

Thinking bout my life

Coming back to back, niggas wanna fight

Hit em with the left, hit em with the right

Hit em with the left, hit em with the right

I don't know the bands, so the fucking sky

I don't know the bands, so the fucking sky

Yeah we outside, yeah we outside

Yeah we outside, yeah we outside

Yeah we outside, yeah we outside

Hold on, sitting on my own

Thinking about my life

Spin the block

Then I'm coming back tonight

Roll the dice

I ain't coming back to life

All this gang shit, fucking up my life

One, two, three, you gon' die right on sight

It's a lie, I don't play by my life

You gon' shoot, you gon' fight like a thief in the night

It's a lie, I don't play by my life

Hold on, sitting by myself

I ain't coming back to life

One, two, three, you gon' die right on sight

It's a lie, I don't play by my life

You gon' shoot, you gon' fight like a thief in the night

He ain't coming to you right

Hit the split with the sprite

Got you thinking bout your life

Hold on

Niggas talking shit, but I'm the one who get

Back up on my shit, I already did

Never trust a dub, even with a grip

Dropping all the addys, then I take a flick

Catch me outside, then I'm fucking lit

Could've popped my shit, but you a bum bitch

Never trust a beggar, they be on dick

Never trust a beggar, they be on dick

Been in mad shit, still got the money

Now I'm living life like I never did

Talking bout just dropped another vat

I'm sitting on my own, thinking bout my life

Coming back to back, niggas wanna fight

Hit em with the left, hit em with the right

All this gang shit, fucking up my life

423, you gone die right off sight

It's a lie, I don't play it

By my life, you gone shoot, you gone fight

Like a thief in the night

He ain't coming to you right

Hit the split with the sprite

Got you thinking bout tonight

It's nice to have pottery with the grammar Who you going to win with with this money

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