real life (prod. nick mira)

I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached I be passing everybody, yeah, getting to the bags 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 These *****s hate on me I don't know why, but I count these racks I've been on my own trying to get to that bag Do this **** in real life, man you gotta act ***** this is real life, no its not a gag I Had a lot 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 niggas Real spill, I'm going up, getting to the riches Yeah i be lasing up **** so i make a bad ***** do my dishes no No when i first saw her we can't kick it Look at the way i'm coming now where were you with the trenches And i always keep a Glock did i forget to mention I want diamonds on my neck, chain and risk on vvs's Yeah i got it out to my heart that's why i'm acting reckless I don't play games but i stack my money up like it's tetris Yak, yak, yak I try to keep my distance, yeah, so I don't get attached I be passing everybody, yeah, getting to the bags 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 These *****s hate on me I don't know why, but I count these racks I've been on my own trying to get to that bag Do this **** in real life, man you gotta act ***** this is real life, no its not a gag