Real Life

Murderous thoughts
And a na can't shake it
What I be Thinking
Lose your life quicker than blinking
Over some Franklins
Catch you at the light while it's blinking
Gun shots
Skurt skurt
Pull off in that Lincoln
I heard death around the corner, man that na be creeping
I just be peeping
But i cut you off for no reason
That's the lesson I'm teaching
People swear that we equal
Till my living turn descent
Then they start to mistreat you
Just talked to momma
Told her that your son is adding more commas
She said son you know I love you but that money bring drama
I'm like momma i got us
You know your son run with shottas
I hit the bro on the line
He like don't worry I got us
I promise
Running out of patients go get the doctor
Got that work in the locker
So you better come proper
And you can get your pockets checked running around in them joggers
Graduated from the school of hard knocks I'm a scholar
Walking on this path man it's the life that i live
Steady grinding tryna make a life for my kid
Man st can get real
Cross the wrong one you get killed
St can get real
Yeah st can get real
I was down to ride on the ship while it's sinking
Overdosed on your love man that st left me drinking
What was i thinking
Had to pick myself out that basement
Rolling up some foreign potent got my eyes like an Asian
It didn't matter
You couldn't handle the weather
Had plans to stack up this cheddar
Guess you planned out something better
I'm the King you were Coretta
Royalty down to the letter
Now It's sealed under lock and key up in that dresser
Walking on this path man this the life that I live
Steady grinding tryna make a life for my kid
St can get real
Cross the wrong one you get killed
St can get real
Yeah st can get real



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Writer(s): Ryan Davis
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