Real life

[Intro: King Cordy]
Fuck all these niggas man
I don't fuck with none of these niggas
LFS Gang
Rayne in here, Rayne in this bitch
'You dig what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 1: King Cordy]
She say she wanna fuck me, she like how I'm rhyming
You can't have my swag, get your own, good look finding
This little bitch she blow like she stepped on a mine
And I stay with the work and these bitches applying
So high I be flying, I feel like Clark Kent
Gucci and loud weed, girl that be my scent
She said she not fucking, girl that don't make sense
I swear I'm a hundred, you niggas just cents
Copped a new necklace and it got me drenched
And I run up my bands like Usain doin' sprints
Say you be flexing, you don't even bench
Cordy geeked up and piped up at any event
What I am worth is the money you spent on your car, on your closet, your necklace, your rent
What I am worth is the money you spent on your car, on your closet, your necklace, your AH

[Verse 2: Different]
Niggas be talkin’ just like they rich
They be lyin' like Mufasa
Open her legs like a doctor
Then I fuck her with no condom
She always swallowing my kids
She said they taste sweet like green apples
She do that shit so fucking much
It's just like she drinking snapples
Like Rihanna, yeah I know I said it
I’m snapping like I am poetic
Dudes give dirty faces, It’s like they are jealous
They pick bones with me, they get shot in the pelvis
He run into me and I’ll rock him like Elvis
You can get assistance, I’ll still leave you helpless
You know my gang good so don’t fuck with us fellas
Shots raining, you gon’ need some fucking umbrellas
Damn