Realist I Ever Wrote

This the realist shit I ever wrote So if I put it in my song it's my favorite quote Wen I'm getting to a bag I got to let it show I got to show bitch niggas Ian going broke I be flexing on the gram i keep them hating on me They all looking up to me I got them praying on me If I fall to the bottom I know they waiting on me But I'll kill u bout that money boy stop playin wit me I love them 100s but them 20s be my favorite number Click full shooters whole team got to jumper I'm so lit I pick n choose if I wanna f*ck her Ion got to cuff her I cud f*ck her mother Getting to a bag got me tripling up the stash The Cops they on my ass They tryna steal a nigga cash The opps they doin bad They so caught up in a past While I'm getting to it fast You prolly think I'm bout to crash I know I got them mad Wen I'm popping all these tags I know what it's like To want something you can't have So I got to brag And leave these f*ck niggas sad 20 in a pants and keep a 100 in a stash U cud do the math But imma run it up some more Looking at these numbers Lookin like some zip codes I can't even ride if the ride fish bowl Wen I slide Imma slide Put them high Wit big poles