Real Life

[Intro]
(Jxckk just want a drink)
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[Verse 1: MIA Ghost]
Niggas better calm the fuck down, bro 'bout ready to crash
Shit 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
Fuck a tag in a post, we tryna see where niggas at
In a striker ridin’ with some shit'll leave a nigga scat
Ironic they don't come direct but I still peep how niggas act
Give a fuck, bitch, I'll turn a fake tweaker to a pack
Talkin' all that tough shit, 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 niggas, it feel like we runnin' laps
A lot of niggas fakin’ on thesе apps ’cause they ain't livin’ what they rap
In real life, niggas know that we'll pull up where they at
Fuck the trunk, I'm ridin' round with the Mini on my lap
Shit 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, niggas tell, talk, and do shit for the clout
Send a drop, get dropped, we ain't gon' do shit to your house
Niggas run when it's smoke and don't do shit but run they mouth
Put this big bitch on him, make the bitch inside him come up out

[Verse 4: MIA Ghost]
Niggas real-life sweet, I don't even let 'em come around
Niggas tryna beef but hammed out, how the fuck that sound?
Can't be slippin' in that water 'cause that's how you fuckin' drown
Fuck 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 fuck 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 nigga almost got popped tryna act too tough
Tryna box, fuck around, be in a box, try to fight with us

[Verse 6: MIA Ghost]
Let a nigga move wrong, we gon' pack him up
Motherfuckers move like Terry Crews, all that actin' tough
Goofy must be runnin' out of storage, he can't back it up
How the fuck is your mans a bitch? It ain't addin' up
Nigga doin' all the rappin' 'til we wrap him up
Tryin' so hard to be hard, I be crackin' up
How the fuck 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