Real Life

I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached
I be passing everybody, getting to that bag
No I'm not just anybody, can you please relax
On my momma grave, no, no, I don't like you yeah I'm speaking facts
Niggas hate on me I don't know why, probably 'cause these racks
I've been on my own trying to get to that bag
Do this shit in real life, and you gotta act
Nigga this is real life, no it's not a gag

I, had a lot of friends turn to enemies
I, got the sauce you can't get the recipe
Talk behind my back
But won't say nothing when you next to me
When you're with your girl, she's always on her phone texting me
On the real, I can't wife these bitches (Yeah)
Real spill, I'm going up, getting to the riches (Yeah)
Yeah I be lacing up dope so I make a bad bitch do my dishes
No, no we're not friends so nah we can't kick it
Look at the way that I'm coming now
Where were you in the trenches? (Yeah)
And I always keep a Glock did i forget to mention
I want diamonds on my neck, chain and wrist on vvs's
Yeah I got it out the mud, huh that's why I'm acting reckless
I don't play games but I stack my money up like it's Tetris
Ya, ya, ya

I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached
I be passing everybody, getting to that bag
No I'm not just anybody, can you please relax (Please relax)
On my momma grave, no, no, I don't like you yeah I'm speaking facts
Niggas hate on me I don't know why, probably 'cause these racks
I've been on my own trying to get to that bag
Do this shit in real life, and you gotta act
Nigga this is real life, no it's not a gag