Real Life

[Conversation]:
 Smash you grilla...
 That's right, that's right
 A hundred and ninety-six million
 nine hundred and forty thousand
 square miles, on this planet
 Fresh outta New York
 Aiyyo,
 Verse 1:
 Aiyyo,
 Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
 He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
 Max was on the outskirt trickin' in DC
 Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
 That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
 Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
 Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
 Keep the heat by the side of the door
 Ready for military war
 Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
 Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis Rich
 Diamond a young king doing his thing
 Big safes out in Beijing
 Aqua green thing
 One connect had turned on him
 God, shit got realer than a fuck
 Crackers up state want him
 Marshalls came through the hood that night
 Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped flight
 Now he upstate baggin' niggas
 House and Air Maxs big ACs
 Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggas
 Now all y'all niggas get to laugh now
 Who got the last laugh now
 Hit his stash house
 Hook:
 It's called real life
 Y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
 Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to blast
 Real life, lay down son you won't last
 Real life
 Real life
 Real life
 Verse 2:
 February tenth day on a Wednesday
 It's like grimsday
 Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
 That day we got guns on us
 Jakes want us,
 Playin Einstein lenses and Auroras
 Little meek caught us
 Couple of francs, peep the blue Taurus
 What up tuck your chain they came for us
 Jumped out big nines and some hard bottles
 Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
 It was who I thought it was
 2 pair of Clarks one pair of Lugz
 Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the snub
 Cocked it, where rock at, stop that
 Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
 All of us right there slight fear in our heart
 Blink we take it right there
 Doing our thing apart
 Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit
 Spoken loud words all we want is his head
 He did some dumb shit
 Beef from Miami now
 Damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
 Noodles caught the stair down
 Now it came back to me yo
 Handle it wise and brutally yo
 Put down your tooly and talk like men
 No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
 Swiss cheese the thirty-G dorango
 Few weeks later son seem 'em all.
 I mean 'em all.
 Hook
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