Real Like Us

[Intro]
(That's Chucks)
(I love Chris Rich)

[Verse 1: Skrapz]
I don't need to make no phone calls when I rise up my stainless
Right now as we speak, I'm probably under surveillance
I'm famous and dangerous
This year's Porsches and Ranges
But next year's Bentley Bentaygas
I come through in trouser and blazer
Everything's tapered and tailored with lasers and razors
I've made all this paper and still didn't change up
I rap what I live, niggas rap what they made up
I came up, they prayed I'd fall off, but I stayed up
I never gave up, all thеse bricks that I've weighеd up
My worker weren't working so he had to get a pay cut
Talking 'bout he's back on in the morning when we don't shot
It don't stop, 24/7 round the whole clock
I whip a half a kilo of cocaine in two pots
I can't fit my stack in a shoe box
It's all in black bags in a closet
Fuck a safety deposit

[Chorus: Haile]
And I get it how I live it, on my own too
And you might see me with my same niggas from old school
We be jugging out and they don't go by no rules
I stay getting it for money, that be old news
Oh, them not really real like us (Oh)
All them really wanna be like us (Like us)
Only a few I trust
Oh, them not really real like us

[Verse 2: Skrapz]
I come a long way from shotting on estates
Getting chased by the jakes
Went broke, didn't break, I just learned from mistakes
I was slept on, but now they're awake
Got them waiting and anticipating on moves that I make
Every day, there's a risk that I take
Niggas think life's easy and great through the pictures I paint
Niggas don't know the half, they don't even know an eighth
All the times I've put everything at stake, real niggas can relate
I'm the hardest, no debate, getting money in the day
Fucking bitches after eight, took your missus on a date
And she's saying you're a bait
She was ringing out your calls like, "He's gonna have to wait"
Ha-ha-ha, I be laughing to the bank
Big burner on my waist, I ain't rolling with a nank
I ain't rolling with the gang, more time I'm on my ones
Smoke Gelato 41, I feel sorry for my lungs

[Chorus: Haile]
And I get it how I live it, on my own too
And you might see me with my same niggas from old school
We be jugging out and they don't go by no rules
I stay getting it for money, that be old news
Oh, them not really real like us (Oh)
All them really wanna be like us (Like us)
Only a few I trust
Oh, them not really real like us