Something Real lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Zaytoven
All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don't believe the sh*t you hear

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Me and [?] ride stupid [?]
While these lil dumb n*ggas doing the most
Wake up thinking bout Coupes and boats
While these lame's hustlin' for shoes and clothes
Pool party with a group of hoes, ain't love a n*gga so I'm running with them
Detroit, yeah I run the city, could talk my sh*t, but I'm humble n*gga
Money talks, stop mumbling n*gga
Cost 5k for 1 pint of purp
30 bags will get you a pound of cookie, you just hit my line while you tryna work
Bad b*tch work at Ace of Spades, Imma f*ck her once, then it's time to go
Say the early bird get the warm first, while you n*ggas sleep I'm wide awoke

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don't believe the sh*t you hear
[Verse 2: Peezy]
They drag a n*gga name through the mud, used to call me all type of sh*t
Couldn't even find a ride to the club
No car no bike or sh*t, none of these hoes was showing up
I thought I wasn't any type of sh*t
Three months after proing up, popped up with all type of sh*t
First Roli bought a Plane Jane
Second Roli, had to ice the b*tch
First chain was a Jesus piece
Second chain was a trifle b*tch
Third chain was the dog tags
Wearing all black so the lights can hit me
Just grabbed the dope on the way
[?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I ever wanted to be was something real
Out in the mud we had to get it how we lived
I want mansions, I want cribs private islands on the pier
Pullin up Big body Benz gettin' head grip on the steer
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don't believe the sh*t you hear

[Verse 3: Peezy]
How you getting money and you still [?]
How your b*tch [?] but she still cheating
[?] got it real cheap, 20 bands on a [?]
[?] hit me up, coming through [?]
[?] bairly making ends meet
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?] life
Wanna make my family happy
[?] bands n*gga
Third [?]
[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I ever wanted to be was something real
[?] get it how we lived
I want mantions, I want [?] private islands [?]
Big body Benz [?]
I want diamonds in my crib, round my neck and in my ear
I will die and I will kill, don't believe the sh*t you hear