Real Life Lyrics by Sauce Walka
(Feat. Girl Talk)
Wiping all these tears for these years
Pressure always coming it appears around peers
Starving with no teeth, how can you smile without veneers?
Life sound good ’til you really start to hear
Reminiscing on the pier about them days in the tier
23-1, lockdown, no cheer
Facing all fears, ice pick in the blanket
Cussing at my Bible, praying that I’m gonna make it
Back to population, I can’t let a *** take ***
Shawn Michaels kick, have my ankle bone ankin’
Before you lied to me, you told yourself a bunch of fake ***
You damn near believed it, dog ass, that’s why you never have no golden retrieving
This metro receiving unlimited data
Sent Alice to Wonderland, she came back with the hatter
Left with chips in my palms like I’m back in Nevada
Bad actor, Shaq in the ’90s back on the camera
Got out the pen, 90 days, back in the Benz
Two of ’em, eight tires, I’m the Michelin Man
Mama died in ’16, I never kissed her again
I got kids she’ll never meet, I guess it’s part of the plan
It’s hard to withstand, pressure’s coming harder than sand
Seen some *** that Thanos couldn’t even start with his hand
Gunner malfunction, I’m stomping rappers out at the function
*** found a pellet ***, now he ain’t scared of the punching
Real life, no stuntin’
Real life, no… Real life…
No cappin’, no bumping. No…
Trill spill, no frontin’
Real life, no… Real life…
No cappin’, no bumping. No…
I done seen some faker than 15 dollar bills, acting like they real
Wantin flowers ’til they daffodils after they get killed
Hoping lyrics that I say can heal if you in the field
It don’t matter if you making deals or stabbed in your ribs
I hope that you can listen
I fought with *** against my mama every Christmas
Been knew that Santa Claus ain’t take no cookies or no biscuits
Ain’t leave no presents either, we freezing by the heater
What the *** we did?
Couldn’t have no sins or no crimes, I was just a kid
We ain’t even get no coal to barbecue *** in the fridge
***, that *** empty anyway, that’s just what it is
You could lose your life any day, one night tryna live
Police shot a black blind man like his stick and ***
*** *** around, get arrested for just sitting still
Riding with some refugees, up a lauryn hill
You went platinum four years ago, but you ain’t touring still
Real life
Real life, no stuntin’
Real life
No cappin’, no bumping