Sad Hours (What’s Real)* lyrics

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[Verse 1]
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Life too risky, f*cking that b*tch, too sticky
Everything match like a pikey
And my shirt green like Vicky
And my pockets fat like Missy
My pockets got, um, 160
All blue hundreds, ain't crippy
I know that she gon' miss me
It's all of my n*ggas, they rolling
Drive that whip like it's stolen
I pop a perc, keep going
Got this lil b*tch moaning
Put that di*k in the colon
Nowadays, life's not boring
All my b*tches, they foreign
All my b*tches, they foreign

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills
For you, I will kill all of my emotions
I ain't killing no n*gga over no b*tch, these hoes be hoeing
I was the flyest n*gga in facility, walk in this b*tch in Givеnchy (Yeah)
Contradicting yourself in this situation, man, your ass just be lying (Three!)
[Verse 2]
Imma just mind my businеss
Imma just mind my business
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Yeah, none of these n*ggas, they better than me, yeah
Ay (None of these n*ggas, they better than me)

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real (Yeah)
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills...