Realer N Realer

I like to do what I wanna do

I like to play with these bands

I got the money and fame now, but they don't understand

Wheezy outta here

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn yo Glock to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid

Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make

Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save

Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day

'Cause I know when you die,

You can't take the s**t to your grave

Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere,

I don't got no closet space

Versace drawers,

My underwear cost what you make in a week

Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t

12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips

40 hit him and he Michael Jackson

Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t

Only wanna **** one time baby, I'm on the fall back s**t

Matter fact, you wanna **** her

But you on the call back list

But if I hit it already,

Chances are I ain't finna call back, *****

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn yo Glock to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid

All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave

***** got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away

I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you

I take that to the grave

Having a thrill off these pills

I could OD any day

S**t getting realer and triller,

I came up on a lotta M's

Gotta pop on the opps,

We shooting out soon as we see 'em

I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him

I turned a stripper to a maid,

Bringing her magic to the crib

7 carats on my ring, 7 carats on my ears

Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"

Got a P of the crack, yeah

I got Céline and codeine

I'm going outta here

Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes,

They put up like souvenirs

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

Came up on a couple of million, uh

I invest that in some buildings, uh

Look at my money, it tripled uh

S**t getting realer and realer, uh

I lost my bro to the system, uh

I lost my bro to a pistol, uh

They tried to take me with him, uh

I can't go for that, no, no

I stay with killers every day

Keep a 40, it's hungry

I turn yo Glock to a buffet

Yeah, I spend a lot

Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades

I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid