Real Life

I have rage, I have times, I have days, there are times when I play 'ca these sexy chicks Won't get me out their life
I'm just playing, I'm to blame, I have niggaz who have cases on their minds, praying CPS Won't make 'em take a ride
Amber THC or die, stay as high as Khalifa on his Live, as high as a Luni with a 5
I am too old to die young, good, you don't make it to this time of your life without some Aim and a fight song

This what my real life feels like, man don't tend to move unless everything feels right
I be all ill, raw skill, you can feel my real fly, high nigga vibe, now y'all realise
This is what my real life feels like, man don't talk to neeks or police, you know, real life
I be all ill, raw skill, you can feel my real fly, high nigga vibe, now y'all realise

Breathe out the trees, breathe out the trees
Breathe out the trees, breathe out the trees

Let's keep it real calm like we're armed on a mission in a car focussed on the target to Make a body drop
Her physical form is just darling, call me Andy C, I make the body rock

Work hard, pray hard, blaze jars, I have never touched a blue pill, nah I stay hard
Lay hard pipe and I lay hard bars on the mic, rapper run fast for your life, I'll get ya
One second, et cetera, raa, no better when it's beef bologna getting peppered
So I bet I go for personal peace, up off the skreets, yeah I bet that I remember to breathe And believe

Breathe out the trees, breathe out the trees
Breathe out the trees, breathe out the trees

This what my real life feels like, man don't tend to move unless everything feels right
I be all ill, raw skill, you can feel my real fly, high nigga vibe, now y'all realise
This is what my real life feels like, man don't talk to neeks or police, you know, real life
I be all ill, raw skill, you can feel my real fly, high nigga vibe, now y'all realise

Breathe out the trees



Credits
Writer(s): Simmon Cleaves
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