Real Life lyrics

[Intro]
(Jxckk just want a drink)
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[Verse 1: MIA Ghost]
n*ggas better calm the f*ck down, bro 'bout ready to crash
sh*t happened, then it happened, ain’t no leave it in the past
I don't be with no teachers, so you won't even get a pass
f*ck a tag in a post, we tryna see where n*ggas at
In a striker ridin’ with some sh*t'll leave a n*gga scat
Ironic they don't come direct but I still peep how n*ggas act
Give a f*ck, b*tch, I'll turn a fake tweaker to a pack
Talkin' all that tough sh*t, they better leave it in them raps

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Play with me and gamble with your life, you gon' end up throwin' craps
Took off and passеd a lot of n*ggas, it feel like we runnin' laps
A lot of n*ggas fakin’ on thesе apps ’cause they ain't livin’ what they rap
In real life, n*ggas know that we'll pull up where they at
f*ck the trunk, I'm ridin' round with the Mini on my lap
sh*t talkin’, we done put the whole city on the map
Indecent exposure, ridin' around with a titty in a strap

[Verse 3: MIA Ghost & GrindHard E]
In real life, n*ggas tell, talk, and do sh*t for the clout
Send a drop, get dropped, we ain't gon' do sh*t to your house
n*ggas run when it's smoke and don't do sh*t but run they mouth
Put this big b*tch on him, make the b*tch inside him come up out
[Verse 4: MIA Ghost]
n*ggas real-life sweet, I don't even let 'em come around
n*ggas tryna beef but hammed out, how the f*ck that sound?
Can't be slippin' in that water 'cause that's how you f*ckin' drown
f*ck a bet it all, for the camp, I'll double down

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Every time I get the bag, get it gone, re-up, and double up
Get a pint, bust it down, grab a pop and double cup
I don't do no handouts, you better pull up with enough
Every time I put my hand out, it seem like they f*ck it up
Got a hundred on me with a hundred on me, please don't try your luck
Try to run up, you gon' get ran down tryna call my bluff
Buff n*gga almost got popped tryna act too tough
Tryna box, f*ck around, be in a box, try to fight with us

[Verse 6: MIA Ghost]
Let a n*gga move wrong, we gon' pack him up
Motherf*ckers move like Terry Crews, all that actin' tough
Goofy must be runnin' out of storage, he can't back it up
How the f*ck is your mans a b*tch? It ain't addin' up
n*gga doin' all the rappin' 'til we wrap him up
Tryin' so hard to be hard, I be crackin' up
How the f*ck it's up if you ain't up it when you had the ups?
Play stupid and get your ass smoked, ain't gotta grab a blunt