Real Shit
Hey Ross, sauce it up
This is some real shit
I'm tryna get real rich
Before I find a real bitch
Need to find someone I can count these hunnid dollar bills with
Before I get real sick
Depression's gon' keep me from making it
See a blunt, you know I'ma be facing it
Foreign cars, you know I'ma be racing them
I got bad bitches with me, I'm staying in
Got my house from the label, don't pay the rent
After all, I won't have to earn all the fame again
On her knees because she know that I'm heaven sent
Ain't one for faking, everyone know I'm on that real shit
Pop another pill, shit
Until I can't feel shit
I doubled my cup so I don't have to face all these problems I deal with
I just wanna feel real bliss
Bitch I'm the man
You know I'm keeping it ten
And think I'm not fucking your friends, but I'm fucking your friends
And they know I'm fucking with you
But I don't think that they understand they not part of The plan
I'm bout to fly out to Cali
But I won't call them when I land and that's what I've been Saying yeah, yeah, yeah
Been rapping 'bout this shit since I was thirteen
Was a little kid with all of my big dreams
People said I wouldn't make it rapping all Depressing
Now they fucking with my music, so money's the next thing
Now that I'm on my way, wish them all the best though
They only fuck with me for money, it's funny they dead broke
Gotta make it out my city, they know I'm their last hope
But I do this for my brother, he left me on my own
I don't know where the love's gone
So I'ma keep fuckin' and fuckin' these bitches until all the drugs gone
I said that I don't know where to call home
Lettin' all these bitches fuck with my feelings
Just so I can make all these love songs, yeah
This is some real shit
I'm tryna get real rich
Before I find a real bitch
Need to find someone I can count these hunnid dollar bills with
Before I get real sick
Depression's gon' keep me from making it
See a blunt, you know I'ma be facing it
Foreign cars, you know I'ma be racing them
I got bad bitches with me, I'm staying in
Got my house from the label, don't pay the rent
After all won't have to earn all the fame again
On her knees because she know that I'm heaven sent
Ain't one for fakin, everyone know I'm on that real shit
Pop another pill shit
Until I can't feel shit
I double my cup so I don't have to face all these problems I deal with
I just wanna feel real bliss
Oh yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea, yea, yea
This is some real shit
I'm tryna get real rich
Before I find a real bitch
Need to find someone I can count these hunnid dollar bills with
Before I get real sick
Depression's gon' keep me from making it
See a blunt, you know I'ma be facing it
Foreign cars, you know I'ma be racing them
I got bad bitches with me, I'm staying in
Got my house from the label, don't pay the rent
After all, I won't have to earn all the fame again
On her knees because she know that I'm heaven sent
Ain't one for faking, everyone know I'm on that real shit
Pop another pill, shit
Until I can't feel shit
I doubled my cup so I don't have to face all these problems I deal with
I just wanna feel real bliss
Bitch I'm the man
You know I'm keeping it ten
And think I'm not fucking your friends, but I'm fucking your friends
And they know I'm fucking with you
But I don't think that they understand they not part of The plan
I'm bout to fly out to Cali
But I won't call them when I land and that's what I've been Saying yeah, yeah, yeah
Been rapping 'bout this shit since I was thirteen
Was a little kid with all of my big dreams
People said I wouldn't make it rapping all Depressing
Now they fucking with my music, so money's the next thing
Now that I'm on my way, wish them all the best though
They only fuck with me for money, it's funny they dead broke
Gotta make it out my city, they know I'm their last hope
But I do this for my brother, he left me on my own
I don't know where the love's gone
So I'ma keep fuckin' and fuckin' these bitches until all the drugs gone
I said that I don't know where to call home
Lettin' all these bitches fuck with my feelings
Just so I can make all these love songs, yeah
This is some real shit
I'm tryna get real rich
Before I find a real bitch
Need to find someone I can count these hunnid dollar bills with
Before I get real sick
Depression's gon' keep me from making it
See a blunt, you know I'ma be facing it
Foreign cars, you know I'ma be racing them
I got bad bitches with me, I'm staying in
Got my house from the label, don't pay the rent
After all won't have to earn all the fame again
On her knees because she know that I'm heaven sent
Ain't one for fakin, everyone know I'm on that real shit
Pop another pill shit
Until I can't feel shit
I double my cup so I don't have to face all these problems I deal with
I just wanna feel real bliss
Oh yea yea
Oh yea yea yea yea, yea, yea
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Writer(s): Brady Mcclintock
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