Real Life

[Intro]
One take adlibs, we 'bouta do this shit real quick then y'all go back to doing what y'all was doing
Yeah, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, you ready?
Aaaah

[Verse 1]
Before I dive in that water, I'm closing my eyes
Look at me now, I done turned to a man
I know pops would be proud if he still was alive
I don't need nobody ridin' with me (Nobody)
This a Coupe and I'm cool with a two-door ride
Tell the tailor to go back, this ain't my size
We got switches and drac's if you play with the guys
This rap shit cool but a curse in disguise

[Chorus]
Long live Wannie, I'm pouring the drank on the Jay (Long live Wan')
I'm giving brodie some money, I counted up twenty-four thousand, I made it today
Bitch, I got real life problems, so why would I ever be worried about Kendrick and Drake? (Yeah)
Brodie got real life beef he can't walk out the house in his hood without clutching a drac' (Yeah)
Nigga this real life

[Verse 2]
Why would I ever be worried about something that ain't about pape'?
R.I.P Martin, I gotta be great
Counting my pockets, he must be a—
Counting my pockets, he must be a snake
And it's sum' about niggas that really be weird
I used to write my raps in a notebook, sing 'em to bro, bro, I waited for years
Hope niggas ain't thinkin' this shit easy
I wasted blood, sweat, tears, we in the hood, deep, yeah
Should I go bustdown grill or veneers?
I'm in a mansion right now, I'm recording
It’s no more what if, we made it, we here
I'm switching everything up on these niggas
Down to my clothes, my flows and gear
And niggas gon' do it like that

[Chorus]
Long live Wannie, I'm pouring the drank on the Jay (Long live Wan')
I'm giving brodie some money, I counted up twenty-four thousand, I made it today
Bitch, I got real life problems, so why would I ever be worried about Kendrick and Drake? (I don't fuck with Kendrick and Drake nigga)
Brodie got real life beef he can't walk out the house in his hood without clutching a drac'
Nigga this real life (Brr, brr, brr)