Real *** Lyrics by Lil Baby
Real Atlanta, I’m from a zone, right up the street from the dome (I’m from the 4)
Came up gettin’ our hustle on, living legend off of strong
Bro still sellin’ bricks, can’t knock his hustle, *** to each his own
Lot of fake love, they only call you when they need a loan
Bro in the box ready to come home, for now he livin’ through a phone (Free the bro)
Told me he ain’t worried ’bout no *** unless he can fly a drone
Know them young niggas look up to me so I can’t lead ’em on
Watchin’ what I talk about, I’m the leader, so I can’t tell ’em wrong
Young crew they break in cars (Strikers), jack boys they still robbin’
G Dawg ‘dem been gone for damn near a dub and they steady mobbin’
*** wasn’t always great, I had to wait, I stayed down for my come up
Everyday I’m paper chasin’, my bank account need another comma
Tryna stay away from the drama, never runnin’ from my karma
Anything I did, I stand behind it, momma raised a G
Coward is something I’ll never be, Hellcat spinnin’ up the street
Trackhawk bulletproof the Jeep, none of this *** ain’t come with ease
My *** told me, she won’t never leave, now she on another team
Saw my pain, it made me t’d, never been a one to grieve (No)
Naked *** on my feed, I’on like her unless she mean
Trust issues, I’on *** with people (I can’t), blame it on the *** I seen (I seen it all)
Had Fannie watchin’ my food savings while she was pregnant with dude baby
But it wasn’t no food savin’, whole lotta green ***
Tryna shake my demons, keep callin’ the lean man
Keep rollin’ this *** up, I been through some real ***
Come home to the lights off, furniture in the front yard (Eviction)
Had to stay in hotels, daddy wasn’t nowhere around
My momma a real gangster, she held it together (She did), no matter the circumstance, yeah
Superstar, fill up the stands, goin’ for it when I get the chance
Dog *** stay in my pants, in my hand, in my bag
I still got my first advance, showin’ bro how to buy some land
We gotta make this money last, hate you let them niggas gas you
Get rich while I duck the task force, what more can a *** ask for?
Belt to ass, we really tap ***, majority of these niggas cappin’
Really put it down on Plaza, really put in down on Bridges
Really put it down on Sparks, ’round my way, I’m a livin’ legend
ROTC, bro, them steppin’, all the secrets I done kept ’em
Where them bags at, I’ll go get ’em, bring ’em back, let brodem sell ’em
Everyday I’m fightin’ the devil, put that lil’ *** on a pedestal
Won’t do it again, never, *** gettin’ real, I’m movin’ careful
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