Real Life (feat. Cartwrong)

Wake up thank the Lord I'm really thankful for this life It's a crazy world we in so I need a pipe Hate a friendly bitch you always acting too nice Crack fiends and Fent' pills the city too trife Fake litty on the Gram leave it to the bitches Drag hard on a bitch now I'm burning bridges New pape every week running up them digits Hit the stu' then I hoop like I'm Miles Bridges Pillow talking for the pussy that shit too sad Lame niggas hype her up so she acting bad This bitch lost in her ways she don't know her dad I didn't even hit your friend, why you acting mad? Hit the trap at the crib this the legal route Nigga said "the bitch gone" what she talking 'bout? Put some money in your pockets you don't gotta pout I got caught in that jam quiet as a mouse Touchdown two weeks thirty-day run Cali swag too much gotta be my son This bitch ass so big looking like the sun Good drank in my system 'bout to have fun All these bluffing-ass niggas getting out of hand Fresh braids and a bip shoutout Uncle Van White bitch looking pale think she need a tan Rule number one in the book never show your hand I don't ever show my hand but I'm having motion I done hit the bitch raw pussy like the ocean Got these niggas up in line looking like I'm coaching Look down at my knees prolly need some lotion This beat hard as bitch got me in that mode Richest nigga in the world, that's a nigga goal This bitch broke on her ass now she on a pole All I talk is real shit I don't even troll